Melody music maker, reading all the papers, they say I’m up and coming like I’m fucking in an elevator.

And they say, she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her day dream, been this way since 18 but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries and they scream the worst things in life come free to us.

…”‘Cos maybe you’re loveable and maybe you’re my snowflake and your eyes turn from green to grey in the winter I’ll hold you in a cold place”… [x]