"This Girl is a stencil of a brushstroke in the rain She’s a ghost of the city she’s a body through the windscreen This girl is the snowfall where the spring should have been She’s the stains on the pages of a top shelf magazine This girl is a black eye she’s a bruise on your knee She’s the ashes of the people that you really meant to be This girl's the resurrection she’s the comeback She’s the absinthe and whiskey she is poetry and Prozac
This girl is taking bets this girl’s a silhouette can’t you see
This girl is the flutter of fake lashes in the mirror She’s a ragged edged fedora or a Spanish souvenir This girl is the clean cut the frozen ground She’s a knife drawn down the sidestreet when there's no-one else around
This girl’s a forged ticket to a Lloyd Webber show She’s the far end of the graveyard up where the nettles grow This girl is the rainbows in the dewy eyed stares She’s the name tag on the toe of your long dead love affairs
This girl is taking bets....
This girl is the wild smile the icy stare She’s the crackle of the static she’s the curses she's the prayers This girl is the junkie in the childrens matinee She’s the 4 minute warning She is hell to pay
This girl is the plunge pool she is cocaine and Kodak Now she's out setting sail on the ocean of the soundtrack This girl is the shaking hand the rattling cup With a button and a note saying things are looking up " - Thea Gilmore, This Girl
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