Plastic Dresses from Mayfair by Hyacinthus

"owe it yourself!"
from the window he yelled to me
in the grass waiting patiently
I drag my shoes across the front lawn
if you're so compelled
to remember what you promised me
starry faces never bothered me
shades colliding at your waist

to you I may always return
blending into all the shapes on your wall
bite the trail, take the chances and all
explore, ignored, what a drag
the people the least of your concern
drive around kicking smoke in cars
stuttering they just can't get unwound
its at these times they feel misplaced

sometimes it gets to me
and I think selfishly
you mouth the words into my head
now stuck there helplessly
I love the way you see
your sight does flood and I can't swim

keep it to yourself
keep it in your little handmade purse
all the notes and all the lines you rehearsed
can't be all that good anyway
id say you've grown up well
grown up to be a prophet of
all the thing you knew I'd come to love
boney hands and scratchy throats

the last thing I thought to ask
came to me in heavy waves through my head
I never guessed that you would get upset
if I didn't make sure you werent
but im slowly filling in the cracks
though weeds and city flowers grow throughout
sitting in city towers waiting around
not knowing anything for certain

sometimes it gets to me
and I think selfishly
you mouth the words into my head
now stuck there helplessly
I love the way you see
your sight does flood and I can't swim

stuck in plastic dresses
stuck inbetween
'sorry' he confesses
sorry plasticine

stuck in plastic dresses
stuck inbetween
'sorry' he confesses
sorry plasticine

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