Gold Rush
Mad Woman
Marjorie
Betty
Champagne problems
The lakes
I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
Your Midas touch on the Chevy door November flush and your flannel cure
And women like hunting witches, too Doing your dirtiest work for you
I was walking home on broken cobblestones
All your closets of backlogged dreams And how you left them all to me