Emma

Who don't need a shrink, tell my lover go away, give me time to think, what I might disown, like a butchers display, is separate his bones, hear pocket change clink, am betting you to say, my mind is just a sink, a letter from home, begs me hard to pray, am done with being down, I teeter on the brink, though early summer days, go fimd me an ice rink, am not here for kicks, bright surface of a rege, almost makes me flip, seek the holy trail.

Our Cargo Party: Demi

Our Cargo Party: Demi: Your star is coming home, wails of a police light, in gardens, you lie prone, whisper your love, on throwaway nights, your ravaged face ...

Our Cargo Party: Demi

Our Cargo Party: Demi: Your star is coming home, wails of a police light, in gardens, you lie prone, whisper your love, on throwaway nights, your ravaged face ...

Demi

Your star is coming home, wails of a police light, in gardens, you lie prone, whisper your love, on throwaway nights, your ravaged face a moon, saints expose their bones, a song gets you high, makes you drink alone, railings bright with doves, a learned moan to cry, you pray to those above, fresh linen eau de cologne, always makes them sigh, for those already gone, you see every move, millions live and die, some of them no good, luminous as a frozen stone, that star in the sky, let the ghosts pass on, ever wondered why ?

Charlotte

What you call consistent, remains out of reach, swallows all resistance, searching for the sea, tida rises to the beach, washes blue rinsed sheets, when you reel listless, try your book of sugarbees, in all the things you miss, your stash of easy pieces, jangles around beseeches, drifts away on the breeze, then you stand shapeless, each time someone leaves, on gentle winds of promise, , you say take ite easy, forgetting any reason, its me who wants to sing, back to dancing free.

Bailey

I'm not your drip, lost on a big sea, the yellow light hid, what about your lover, with all her surly needs, does she have your number, tells you how to live, alongside your greed, never one to not insist, in an age of wonder, yet so little belierf, is it you who flounders, painted stones and drift, lie supine at your feet, now you've been tripped, a slave so encumbered, to someone else's plea, instead my sweet slumber, you can rot in sin, live life gone to seed, but I won't give in. spirits set me free.

Ava

What might have been, never seems to square, for a life serene, don't spell me the blues, you’re not that aware, hide behind the truth, sweat as a horse's steam, makes your nostrils flare, eyes turn a silent wheel, try not to be uncouth, is your voice so slurred, you need more proof, drink alone each evening, would you even care, if I say I'm through, look at me you fool, is this not fair, grasp what you need to do, can you hear the sea, will you take me there, its where i want to be, don't get scared.