Couch Slut Lewis
Couch Slut
3:31I was preparing for what already happened and when it happened I was well rehearsed They had my key My key to my house Quiet as a mouse Lips over teeth Fingers over mouths Marching us down the stairs I remember the eyes All tied up like Christmas gifts Bad dawn Too upsetting to see I scared myself when I caught myself laughing No sleep feeling, like when the Australian demanded to be hospitalized All in all, I ran from something else, but something else went there instead In the uncanny repetitions we'll be headed that way once again