Trouble

Trouble, it knows how to swim

No matter how deep is the water or

How strong is the stream.

Wherever you go it’ll follow,

Up the highest mountains,

over the edge of the cliff.

A rough, purple rope tied into a knot,

Around your neck, pale as the moon

A white, tangled telephone cord.

My grass isn’t green, it’s rather splattered red.

I think I did something wrong,

And now it’s dead.

I can’t be alone.

170 caps.

White, blue and pink

I’m dipping my face deep

Into a water filled sink

Rabbits are jumping around

Give me your paws for luck.

170 caps, trade them for a new heart

Yellow, purple and green

The bruises are covering me

I was waiting for you

But you weren’t waiting for me.

Red long dress

The wind is undressing me

This weight is too heavy to bear

Now,

Give me the key.