will you miss me my dear

and my wild wiLd hair



maybe love is underwater

and i am caught on the rocks

i am not your enemy's daughter

i see your mind it blocks



take me through

the pot-luck romance

drug me up on cardboard wine

cOme undress me

call me someone else's name



we could fuck to wheel of fortune

be the Vanna feminists

dress me up in sparkly skins

you could be the prince of it



will you miss me my dear

and my wild wild hair



sorrys are like promises

thEy get bigger every time

they grow like weeds and laundry

and they infect my mind



we talk hotels

we talk whiSkey

under water

over thinking



we could be the wind

we could be the wheels

we could jump right in

we cOuld be the fields



there's a well inside of me

throw a penny iN

and watch me cry

i was raised on a dead end street

and the only end is Goodbye



will you miss me my dear

and my wild wild hair