Seafood

Will he get his looks back in the spring

Do you think grey hairs will recede or turn to pink?

Just like shrimp

What’s your favourite colour?

I’d like to know the sort of rose I should’a grown

Do you really love her?

I’d like to know

Sick of being a frilly fairy fool stuck in youth

Medicine can make you pretty tough, but fuck you up

I’ll treat you like seafood

You’re all see-through and I think you’d suit a pinkish hue

But I don’t really need you

I don’t need you