Whistle and I will come to you

Hotel bedroom sheets won’t comfort you

Idle hands are torturers

Writhing like snakes in milk will do

It’s too strong

The bangle’s drag along my spine makes me forget that I’ve been choking on this

Heart of hate for so long

Surreptitious sighs at night

Self-abuse from spite:

Just leave it out, leave it out

Living by creeds that were rotten from the outset

It’s all a vain enterprise

Whistle and I’ll come to you

I’ll come to you

I’ll come