they say you had a temper and words to make them fall at your feet

they say you were only just as nice as you wanted to be and you were drowning in denim and clouds of smoke and you got pretty good at running just to be alone

they say you sold your soul to a god or maybe the devil they say you gave your heart to a guy from LA wasn’t smart but he was nice and you liked the way he looked at you didn’t you

and no one loved like you you’re a perfect afternoon golden hour glowing like venus in ‘92

venus i wish you could tell me the stories they share over bottles of wine, your life in the 80’s

venus i wish you could show me how to be just like you

venus i wish you could tell me what LA was like, what London was like before it got so hazy

venus i wish you could hold me like i know that you did back when i was just a baby