This song is dedicated to those who fight back ~

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You are the siren
I heard swimming in the sea
On land you’re a forest fire
That takes to eating the forest for the trees

You are the horizon
That means you swallow up the sun
You’re a funeral hearse
Someone drove into the middle of the room

And you seem to think that I am Persephone

You’re an underlyer
When what we need is a surgeon and a knife
You say it’s November
But this heat –I swear, it’s the middle of July

You’re the fucker
Who never signals ahead
You’re a wolf-crier
Maybe I should’ve listened instead

Because you’re in E minor
And out of step with your slow boogie dance of death
I dare you hustle me
I dare you gambol with this spitfire

©little hexes