Ambulance For One

Dazed
All of my blood on the pillow
And she says “It’s late, you must go
If we meet again try not to faint in my hallway
And don’t throw my mirror round.”
Seven years of bad luck coming

Ambulance for one
I’ve had all I can take
What pretty shapes big lines make
Have you met my friend?
He says his name is Tim
Take him home and kill him.

Hess dances in rain in the garden
He’s laughing with his membranes all torn
And a grey battered face
Leers back at me from the mirror
Melting in the heat and the noise
Yes, I think I’ll crack now

Ambulance for one
I’ve had all I can take
What a gloomy shape her thighs make
Have you met my friend?
He says his name is Tim
Take him home and kill him.