Primrose Hill

Inch of ice
On the sedan's hood
But you layered up
Like I knew you would
I've conditioned you
To expect the worst

Made my bed
And I dive into it
Till I fizzle out
And back in to it

Are you at the door?
Are you listening?


Well it was amicable
Or so I tell myself
Now I am biting down
To keep from crying out

And for the things that I said
I hope I burn in hell
Take me to primrose hill
And spread my ashes out


Leant a hand
And to my own chagrin
You gotta tell me twice
To lean into it
But I turn a cheek
And you're used to it

You take the brunt meant for somebody else
Take off your cap call it a day
But you'll be there waiting in the corridor
To say


That it was amicable
Or so you tell yourself
I see you biting down
To keep from crying out
God I'm the queen of this shit, making you feel like hell
Take me to primrose hill and spread my ashes out


Anywhere you go, I'll be there to dote