E-Bow The Letter

Look up, what do you see?

All of you and all of me

Fluorescent and starry

Some of them, they surprise



The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 a.m.

This letter

Fields of poppies, little pearls

All the boys and all the girls sweet-toothed

Each and every one a little scary

I said your name



I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars

Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras

Dreaming of Maria Callas

Whoever she is

This fame thing, I don't get it

I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it

Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves

I can take you far

This star thing, I don't get it



(I'll take you over, there)

(I'll take you over