Louise
Shannon Wright
Louise has spilled her bottle of pills
She speaks with a foul mouth
And struggles with them
And she
Could do most anything
Yes she
But as you turn
You do, my dear
You do
Look so sad
Your badges
Your pictures
Are hung on the wall
The house has been painted
The numbers are gone
But as you turn
You do, my dear
You do
Look so sad
She's barren
She's bare
She stares at me
She's frozen in my memories
In my memories
In my memories