I’m getting old, I see it on my face
And on all the boys I love to taste 
There are lines round their eyes 
And ones I can’t disguise 
From my nose to my lip 
It’s all this fucking weight I let slip 
Up my skirt 
When I was trying to watch the way it hurt 
When they lashed me with a whip 
And the track on the player skip 
When I play it in the meditation room 
It was Marina and the Diamonds, boom 
A girl had left it there 
Then she said did you hear about Jasmine, I swear 
She’s some fucking bitch 
And I pull the switch and agree 
And realise it’s not just me 
And she said to me
In incompetent tone 
“Are you still here?” as if I wouldn’t go home 
If I had the chance 
I just dance 
In that quiet place where the lights fluctuate 
And Steve and I had a date 
In that room with the number on the door 
I could feel his silent pulse when he wanted more 
Than just an adequate interaction 
But I’m not here to gain traction 
But to lift weight from the floor 
So all the people I adore 
Don’t have to bear it all alone 
And I don’t care what you say on the phone 
I can see the demons that have infected 
Some people here and fucking wrecked it
I picked it up from that lady by the window 
And once I had I couldn’t drop the sin though 
It flew into my hair like bees 
And I scream and drop to my knees 
And roll on the floor 
To put out the fire I adore 
If it leaves her a little better off
I guess I’m down to pay the cost 
And not go into anaphylactic shock 
Like every broad on the street 
It was Flatbush Avenue where the cascade meet 
My waterfall 
Now I’m in the room at the end of the hall
And I keep a magazine 
Of a man I can only dream 
Of ever having 
But he’s cute to look at and imagine 
So I keep it cool and sweet 
Like the music that played on the street 
When I was half mad 
Or just too right it was too bad 
To contemplate 
So I can’t blame the man I date 
For all that befell 
Me when I ran away from hell 
And into the wishing well 
Locked into St. Pat’s like a bad smell