“Flowers” - Anais Mitchell, from the album Hadestown
“You, the one I left behind
If you ever walk this way,
Come find me lying in the bed I made.”
I'll make out with you at a bar and then slap you across the face. I'll laugh as tears stream down my cheeks and ask you what the fuck you're looking at. I've got a thousand-yard-New-York-stare. Actor, producer, artist, creator. A walking contradiction.
