I see Queen mab has been with you So let me steal you right back: I’ll fuck you by the sea so the tears becomes rivers slicing the salt air becomes sweat becomes nothing to worry about becomes us learning to swim in rock pools filled from our own skin seeping wounds like oil from the barrel of a gun I’d let you shoot me between the eyes if it means you’d look me in the face again I’m your dog in a hot car I’m you’re husband i’m your wife I’m a suitcase left half packed by the door cause the first thing I look for in a lover is an exit sign but I think this time I’ve forgotten my highway code cause my coat keeps snagging on the way out stretch me clean white linen fill me with maggots and hang me out to dry I’ll tell you ever little way it feels like to die Until the sunday washes into chalk on the motorway and we’re driving up country weaving veins into this dead fucking body of county we’re a little red car red blood cell bleeding cobalt blue