Stevie

She draws scratchy pen and ink women and cats

She looks like any old lady dressed in another time hat

Walking to the shops, thinking of dead things that rhyme

She’s with another time

You might see her over there

Stevie’s not waving but drowning

Normal people in the park beat with monkey hearts

And she draws on them with cries and smiles

And one day we’ll all be done in

But it’s more about the living

You might see her over there

Stevie’s not waving but drowning

They say that she’s obsessed about death and that

But what else do you laugh at?

While you live your live she don’t care

She won’t be possessed and that’s why

She’s stood over there

And Stevie’s not waving but drowning