She’s been drinking
Bottles to her
Self and I’ve been worrying
About how she is dressed in black
With sleeves that come down Past her wrists

Where she’s not the girl that I knew when we left shool
She’s not the girl on photographs on my wall
She’s been taking
All she can be
Ever since she dropped out of uni
Well she thinks that she never makes a sound
But we all see her footsteps on the ground
She’s been lying to herself
And I’ve been trying to get help
But she she keeps rolling round in cirlcles
Taking bites from poison apples

I always think of her in June
Making faces in my room

She’s been drinking
Bottles to her
Self and I’ve been worrying
About how she is dressed in black
With sleeves that come down past her wrist and