I'm only happy when I sleep because I want things when I'm awake

I want death and if I can't have it I want a body my sex appreciates

I am Sisyphus if Sisyphus lived inside his stone

If Sisyphus were venus and his stone was Minos

Lullabies are a soft goodbye to the world that I'm used to

A snowy emancipation of my sweet dames Debut

A mountain top of a flowery frock on which my comfort depends

A pencil skirt and maternal hurt on which my despondency comes to an end

My disorder is an ivy

It wraps around my head

An embrace providing fake succour

A pugnacious Stockholm driven friend

28 angels watch over me

Painted black white pink and blue

A storm ran over Thailand today

Maybe Amsterdam too

Lullabies are a soft goodbye to the world that I'm used to

A snowy emancipation of my sweet dames Debut

A mountain top of a flowery frock on which my comfort depends

A pencil skirt and maternal hurt on which my despondency comes to an end

I miss the feeling of how it felt before

Before my confident bohemia was an aesthetic bore

I miss my friends I miss my robustness

I miss when life wasn't such a chore

Lullabies are a soft goodbye to the world that I'm used to

A snowy emancipation of my sweet dames Debut

A mountain top of a flowery frock on which my comfort depends

A pencil skirt and maternal hurt on which my despondency comes to an end