I heard that you said,
that I was a loose cannon.
I heard that you said,
that I was a dangerous girl.
I heard that you said,
that you liked dust.
A lot, of dust.
I heard that I said,
that I needed a rockstar.
I heard,
that you were a rockstar, with tulips.
I heard,
that you wouldn't write about what happened,
that you wouldn't write about what happened,
until years had passed.
I heard,
I heard,
that I hope that you never did.
I heard,
that I write about what happened, now.
I heard,
that I like ten dollar pianos.
And, dirt.
And, dirt.
A lot of dirt.
I heard,
that I need a rockstar.
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