Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Seattle
It's so relieving to know that you're leaving as soon
as you get paid
It's so relaxing to hear you're asking wherever you get
your way
I's so soothing to know that you'll sue me, this is starting
to sound the same
I miss the comfort in being sad
In her false withness, we hope you're still with us, to
see if they float or drown
Our favorite paitent, A display of patience, disease-covered
Puget Sound
She'll come back as fire, to burn all the liars, and
leave a blanket of ash on the ground
