Martine Rose

Wash the tablecloth
Stove another rock
Look for love around here
Take a tab at night
Just to see the lights
Maybe feel it somewhere
Man I miss Barack
How we used to talk
Endless conversation
But she don’t look
No more
Cause you don’t fuck with that, at all
But it’s okay
I’ll be here
Always
And my headlights
Just like her eyes
Are getting dimmer
So I’d shape myself
Off how you felt
But I don’t get no sympathy anyway
Cause you don’t fuck with that, at all
But it’s okay
I’ll be here
Always
Always