Louise

Louise has spilled her bottle of pills
She speaks with a foul mouth
And struggles with them

And she
Could do most anything
Yes she

But as you turn
You do, my dear
You do
Look so sad

Your badges
Your pictures
Are hung on the wall
The house has been painted
The numbers are gone

But as you turn
You do, my dear
You do
Look so sad

She's barren
She's bare
She stares at me
She's frozen in my memories
In my memories
In my memories