Stevie

She draws scratchy pen and ink women and cats

She looks like any old lady dressed in another time hat

Walking to the shops, thinking of dead things that rhyme

She's with another timeYou might see her over there

Stevie's not waving but drowningNormal people in the park beat with monkey hearts

And she draws on them with cries and smiles

And one day we'll all be done in

But it's more about the livingYou might see her over there

Stevie's not waving but drowning