Rosé

The last time I saw you you say, “have a nice life” we walk down the stairs from the top of the Eiffel Tower we get in different cars fly on different planes when we get back home I never see you again you could tell me lies all day you could hide your eyes behind your shades you could never get me to believe a word you say the night before that we’re all back at the hotel my hand on your shoulder your back against the wall saying, “don’t forget I never cared at all I wish I never called back the first time you called” you could tell me lies all day you could hide your eyes behind your shades you could never get me to believe a word you say you walk through the halls like an elegant bird on a red carpet more like a parrot or a vulture or an ostrich or a lame peacock a pound of flesh on the scale as you bite the hands that feed waking up late in your king bed we’re all starving on a bed of nails I watch you cut the holes in your red and white striped shirt as you tell all the bands you drank a gallon of rosé then you fall down on stage lying on your back a walking dead rockstar faking a heart attack you could tell me lies all day you could hide your eyes behind your shades you could never get me to believe you you could tell me lies all day you could hide your eyes behind your shades you could never get me to believe a word you say