Everything you ever wanted

One day I catch myself staring out the window
clutching my debut and kicking off my shoes

soulless and broken, couture means nothing now

Jimmy Choo, names mean nothing when you’re not really you.

£200 an hour for my therapist to tell me that I dream of sharks

because I’m stressed and I might be depressed but what could

be the cause? I dream of a sound other than Daisy’s barks

to send me to sleep. “I love you, I love you” screams my adoring fan,

but when was the last time someone who knew me said this, a man?

And not on the street, but in my home, in my bed, in my heart.

Never. Loved by so many, but known by none.

 

Lights camera action, cut cut cut, stop

you’ve done it wrong again, she wouldn’t smile

with her teeth, stop, cut, she’s American not Russian,

work on your bloody accents, how have you got this far

if you shake before every take, stop, breathe, cut cut cut

your wrists because you’ve done it wrong again.