skinny boy

Amy Millan-Skinny Boy



skinny boy, all bones no lies
youre so miserable in the mornings
will you will wait up for me?
its sordid and I cant find my feet
and youve got lips I could spend a day with.

skinny boy, somewhere some prostitution.
some devour some doubt some dance.
theyre coming with swords through the backdoor,
and there you are on the fence
with those lips I could spend a day with.

when its done, ill drink champagne to the lonely
lonely in me
monday, tuesday so lonely
wednesday, thursday only me
friday, saturday only me
here comes sunday…


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