Nineteen Forty-five
She Takes Drugs
she takes drugs and moves into the trees
and looking like a ghost
she's now a form of snow we found when we were three
all frozen and obscured by flakes as big as flames
It wants you for a lover but I feel so far away
that I pretend to sleep too long just to watch you change
but a love is like a style
a love is like a style we'll keep then throw away...
From Letras Mania