Rebecca

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again 
and rub my eyes                              

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before            (we went with the season)
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity          
of this                  
still life.

Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines. Oh, you won't catch me around here
Blood and tears,
They were 
here first.

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I dont believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.