We keep the hedgerows neat around here, boy
So don’t bring your ideas of summer to us
The roses colour clash and we don’t want monsters
Bleeding through the upholstery
Muddying our curtains clawing dirt on the walls

We’re sorry but you have to leave, now
Before our winter fills your lungs and you breathe smoke
We can’t watch it dance anymore
Just more contrails imitating white flags fluttering
Before becoming more litter for our patchwork quilt

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