An Uncomfortable Month - Art School Girlfriend

She’s got me thinking like

Something I’m not

A puppeteer and I come up too soft

You drift out so far I let go

She pulls my hands from you

Pull the covers back, our weather’s cool

Surrounded by you, I’m surrounded by

The pulling eyes of another you —

A light that I am covered by

The smoking stacks she leans to

Are full of my unconscious ties

That bring me back, that lead me to

A past that I am coloured by

You’re so shy, I could kill you out of love

She’s so high, that you know I never could

Do you lie;

do you think I have enough?

You hold me still, and all I do is run

Pull the covers back, our weather’s cool

Surrounded by you, I’m surrounded by

The pulling eyes of another you —

A light that I am covered by

The smoking stacks she leans to

Are full of my unconscious ties

That bring me back, that lead me to

A past that I am coloured by

You drift out so far I let go

She pulls my hands from you