warm candle light in your caravan 
a half-smoked joint like a dying plant
oh
i said my life is a slideshow 
you said to take it slow

skin on skin playing rodeo
turning me on like a radio
oh
you kept me past my curfew
and i know you knew

i said somethin’ ‘bout plastic in bees
i stopped talking you said baby please
oh
i don’t know how to be enough
if you stay that might be enough

i used to know everyone by name
these days i can’t even read by face
oh
just read mine then
read it down to bed

slideshow

Joely