I imagine you there
Sitting in your room
Skin in the gloom
I imagine my hair
Raising your bedsheet
Stuck to your peach meat
I couldn't have said
But I really like you
Think that you're real cool
Why don't do you just leave
Floating face down in a cold pool

I walked to the store
Looked at the new tins they keep us eating
I buy cigarettes and I keep the foil on
In case I spoil one
I imagine your eyes
Beneath your thin lids
Two little round kicks
I imagine you here with me
Rolled up in my arms
Beneath the dead palms

Very kind and very bad
You're very kind and very bad