I poured a screwdriver from the car bar

She stared me down from the driver's seat

Spiders of fear creeping up my back

As her eyes crawled over me

 

By way of the mirror

As the Cadillac shook to a trip hop beat

Trapped here in this prison

Of fine Italian leather seats

XS City by night

Fully stocked bar, skyline views

Destination Meta no.4

I'm a little unnerved to tell you the truth

There's a sense of something

Untoward and the chauffeur keeps looking at me

But the upholstery is really something

Considering it must be from the 50's

Shrinking in the rear view mirror

Cold reality

Everything looks better here

In the soft focus of fantasy

I'm on the edge of tears

Constantly

And I got this

Carefully groomed eyebrow slit

Just to give the impression I could be mean

 

Character description: Part 1 of 2;

A fragile sense of self

Bolstered By gorgeous supple Italian shoes

All of the glamour

To divert your gaze from a sensitive heart

Regardless I love the clobber

I'd be a stylist were I not born to be a star

 

I poured a screwdriver from the car bar

They stared me down from the city streets

Spiders of fear creeping up my back

As their eyes clung to me

By way of everywhere

As the stage shook to a trip hop beat

I'll be trapped here

Forever

With my melodies