i grew up, i predicted the boat crash
ribbons rose as the wind took flight
his voice knew how to wash me on
the edge of his bed
and wring me out dry. i wonder
how many times will a man’s
unwelcome hands make home
on my body
ribbons rose as the wind took flight
his voice knew how to wash me on
the edge of his bed
and wring me out dry. i wonder
how many times will a man’s
unwelcome hands make home
on my body