Lirama

You held me upside-down
Till I couldn't breathe anymore
Then you held me like a baby
Television, like wine; and cigarettes, like grains of sand;
And raspberry schnapps, like a thousand sunsets.

The boys talk like they own the world
The women keep their stupid diaries
But suddenly there's a tidal wave
And everything is sucked out to sea.
There were probably birds
Outside our little room
I don't remember anything but you
We must have been the butt
Of all the jokes in the world
For trying to live like Pippi Longstocking