You never finish anything
It’s rather Arthur Russell
I like done and over
Rather Greenway in that way
You’re sad but charming
A cut from Nick Drake
I obsess over endings
I’m a bit like Bill Fay
You want point of reference
Lit like Lloyd Cole
I prefer bold statements
Coleman speaks my language
You’re big on wordplay
Into the arms of Nick Cave
I don’t mind being yelled at
Brannon does it for me
You like to dance and go out
Wire while you get ready
I don’t leave the apartment
Newman solo makes sense
You want new thoughts
Kate Bush on ready
I repeat myself often
Like a senile Mark Smith
Explaining motherhood to a man
Cold observation but he’s not capable of understanding
Detailing math to a dog
Won’t retain a word but if you’re lucky he may be a good boy and nod
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