Nora

How do I make this scene, looking sweet on sherry. a sourball to protect me, off my face alone, flushed with Dutch frippery, wish i was going home, mascara pushed up my sleeve, eyes looking furtively, looking for some release, , red and yellow phone's, sing out a cigarette night, Oh God leave me alone, my greatest days to flee, suddenly bear a why, hope no one fancies me, sit side by side consoled, he's a boy off the tide, asks why i chose this role, at my next epiphany, I won't't bother with sighs, leave a note to territory, just wave him goodbye.