Outlines

We did an hour at Lollapalooza,

The Sunday it was fun while it lasted.

What's the use it won't work out,

What was the fuss all about?

Your eyes in the distance, little tea cup hurricane.

Your outlines, at the fore tonight. Your white towel and your wet haired silhouette.

Take my time, girl you said I could be yours tonight.

Yours on the floor, at the foot of my bed.

Well I hate going through it girl, don't make me do it again.

I stopped believing in fairytales, a long time ago.