London Lyrics

What it feels to fall in to the poolthe hard shell bugs bite my forearmmy right index fingernail chewed to the quickmy cervix is a long (?)my sprinklers go off at 6pm each dayand sometimes they spray unsuspecting visitorsmy pimples are goosebumps(hairs?) all over my legsmy brow is furrowed and my vision is blurredand how I do love Londonand how I do love Londonthe birds make guttural sounds and protect memy friends come to visit and love me a lotI don't have the energy to fill this I am like flight attendants on a 12 hour flightand how I do love Londonand how I do love LondonI am intriguied by the boy with songssometimes they write sometimes they write a lotthe steam will smell of puke and left us in the showerthe hug will feel forced upon you inconsolable thingand how I do love Londonand how I do love Londondeep breaths will not make my brain stand stillto be loved and swallowed are single and depravedI love speaking french to the taxi driverswe slept and were cold on the train out of franceand how I do love Londonand how I do love London