a jackal with tears a sapling twig to straw a black tooth the smell of white seagulls and i wish you were invisible i had a shot at the prize but the prize was spoken for and i left alone your perfume my pillowcase your student place was so much younger then and he had a band the back home friends come to the show and see him play tonight and i watched you watch i had a shot at the prize but the prize was getting off on my jealousy and often back then you were a dead friend locked in her box and left on the bed one night you said what do we do if i m not in love and neither are you the summer almost read my stupid lie then your younger sister saved it twice the first time with a second chance and the second with a pity dance i d be sat at the back with a face like thunderstorms and sailor drunk she danced slow with a hand clutching my shirt to hold to hold me up and she sang so long may many more of our feathers fall onto the floor so long may many more of our feathers fall onto the floor left and helped me to the door