Paloma

When you wake up in the street
And you’re coughing up blood
And the cats got what you need
Could you turn it on
I’m a lost boy with a scout sign
For your courage now
They butterfly
All of your learnings
For Paloma
For Paloma
Would you open up please
You’re the virtues I want
In a bathroom on a beach
With your skirt pulled up
Giving out last night’s dreams
Get ‘em burning out
Are you certain you’re clean?
I’m certain, I
For Paloma
For Paloma x2
I wasn’t cheap, I was Fonda
Blue light on your teeth
And your photo
Mid 90s, undone
Your apartment, bed sheets
With your hair cut real short
Looking out on nude trees
How do you feel now?
Twirling round a sun dial
For Paloma
For Paloma
Ashing up on your tongue
Took a morning off
On your period once
In an ocean
Better stand on your drink
Better coffin hue
Looking out like some prince
Good luck to you