Song for Mildred

Blue dirt night, palm trees hanging low

Sunset drive cramped up for show

They'd see her fall, three women in heat

Violent screams drown in painted steam



Parts of her keep your colors alive

Now that Mildred's gone, they all feel alike

Dust meltdown at Malibu Beach

I'm counting sand, it stopped making sense



Drink it up and then

Take a shot at when, at when you were young

Before you were gone

And then

Play it again