Paul Dempsey
Ramona Was A Waitress
Typing letters to the deadLate at night on a closed piano lidShe circles past She fills your glassBut she don't recognise the songAnd once in a life time she says?The waking lifeStitched together in your headWell, what if it's only worthThe bundle of nerves it's written on??And I don't need these arms anymoreI don't need this heart, now to loveI don't need this skin and bonesAt allThere's a way you've always known herTelephone between her cheek and her shoulderAnd eyes like crystal ballsThat just won't shutupAbout the future of the futureRamona was a waitressAll but made of informationIn a bar under the third bridgeShe says she's looking forwardSongtexteTo living foreverAnd I won't need these arms anymoreI won't need this heart, not aloneI won't need this skin and bonesAt allAt all, at all, at all, at all, at allRamona was a waitress
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