Carrie

if i could touch the blades of grass with the soles of your feet
if i could hold a mirror to the breathing in your sleep
playfulness, leonard cohen, the cliff jumping scene
sure as hell nothing ever will be the same again

hiding in the wardrobe or underneath the bed
you’re tiptoeing down the hallway, i’m looking in the fridge instead
i’ll tear this whole house apart, you’ll come out shiny clean
shut my eyes, pour a drink, i’m counting to ten

carrie, carrie, i know you’re in here somewhere
carrie, carrie, i been looking but you’re not there
carrie, there’s something wrong with me

was no other woman ever born more beautiful than you
where the lift stops on the fourteenth floor & fun comes shining through
if it takes an axe or a piece of luck or a ticking clock machine
to kick the door or turn the key, let myself in

carrie, carrie, i know you’re in here somewhere
carrie, carrie, i been calling but you don’t hear
carrie!! there’s something wrong with me!

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