unreveur

They call her smokey taboo
I got your name tattooed
High like a helium balloon
Midnight to noon
I’m a desert child 


And mountains make me nauseous
I like to look up wild at an infinite sky
Twinkling with diamonds
It’s true I get depressed in fancy hotel rooms
Undressed with nothing to flaunt but my loneliness
Thinking of the night song of your hair
Premature as evening falls
It calls to me
Interrupted by the sirens in the street