Billie

You pay a heavy score, my almond eyes are ruined, love is raw, can you feel my bones, like a scalded broom, strapped to a useless cone, live life by the score, leave me here to stew, pray to broken laws, say you won't leave home, only fools give you due, until i've paid my tort, don't divide me by whores, or other things you do, why scream because, hard stuff like this door, fools live out of tune, then run away doomed, break holy orders, drain summer into June, stuff you swore, hurl heirlooms at the moon.