Senorita Omeaga

"dream catcher", catch her ha, ha, happiness
on the window ledge of her widow head
aches hang beside my bedside blues
making manners out of matters of you're holy truth

light up that cigarette
angel you'll be in heaven soon
but no, i won't be there to greet you
cos' you know you're the ghost of sleeplessness
when Z's mark off my calendar's

on you're lipstick, i can taste persistence
so bootstrap you're teens back to his suite
with him and you're in, in, in, in
innocence intact

i will never know
what goes on inside you're head
but i fall more in love,
every time you fall apart

every last time third times the charm
and you're two off, a one night stand
off between the boy i am
and the man i should have been

on you're lipstick, i can taste persistence
so bootstrap you're teens back to his suite
with him and you're in, in, in, in
innocence intact

i will never know
what goes on inside you're head
but i fall more in love,
every time you fall apart