you held me upside-down
til I couldn't breathe anymore
then you held me like a baby

television, like wine
and cigarettes, like grains of sand
and raspberry schnapps, like a thousand sunsets

the boys talk like they own the world
the women keep their stupid diaries
but suddenly there's a tidal wave
and everything is sucked out to sea

there were probably birds outside our little room
I don't remember anything but you

we must have been the butt
of all the jokes in the world
for trying to live like pippi longstocking