Jenna Le - The Borgias lyrics

Loving you is like eating spaghetti with a spoon: only the meatball part is easy. Last night I had that dream again, the one where you are a highwayman who kidnaps me and straps the iron mask over my lower face, the one that transforms my cries into the clucks of birds, a hybrid of Alexandre Dumas and H.G. Wells. “Now anyone who hears you scream will think you're just a barnyard animal being a barnyard animal,” you say. The barn door slams shut. I wake up and sit at the kitchen table. I rub my bare, lipstick-free mouth with my fingertips and feel giddy. I keep sitting and touching my own lips in awe till breakfast is done cooking, till the purring toaster has reached its inevitable climax.