tower

she climbs the tower, gun in hand, everyday at 5 pm, she has a bomb, she has a plan, she kills imaginary men, kills them with her lipstick head, but she's safe from them, 'cause they don't understand, my guts fell out the top of my head, i'll live without them, i have my days for sure, but i don't count them, when everything's just right, i'll come down off my mountain, i'm out of sorts right now, by then i will have found them, don't call me the weird one, i watch them come and go all night, i serve them, listen to their shit, these people just aren't right, my guts fell out the top of my head, i'll live without them, i have my days for sure, but i don't count them, when everything's just right, i'll come down off my mountain, i'm out of sorts right now, by then i will have found them