Zywa
Vodka in his heart
A musician, the handsome dream
of a year ago, still in my head
lying beside me after an easy lay
in the smell of his breath
and the noose of his hand
around my neck
My love snores with tears
in his eyes, and vodka
in his heart
I get up and go
leave this hell of mine
wishing he would be a tiger
knowing I am a panther
and if I had any stripes
I would wear them with pride