Thérèse

(I've gotta, gotta slow down now)

I go to see Thérèse dreaming
She's stretching out her sore shoulder
Leaning back, eyes closed, reaching up
She's wishing she was older
Dreaming of an Appaloosa
Saddled up, riding out of town
Dreaming of a Shelby Cobra
Digging her tires in the ground

Bleeding, bringing in a new year mess
Unaware of the stain on her dress

It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse

White kitten in the corner
Obscene, it really says it all
Milk matches her underwear
And get her down, take her off the wall
She dreams of Marlon in Austin
Their bodies tangled in a net
She thinks of him every so often
When she feels like a space cadet

She empathizes with your feelings
She's more interested in ceilings

It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse
It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse

She reminds me of memories
Sleeping off the growing pains
We were sea anemones
Spelling out each other's names
Whispering inside our red house
While the adults were a-sleeping
I guess Thérèse was just for me
A quiet I keep on keeping

Thérèse does not belong to you
The horses, cars and cowboys do

It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse
It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse

It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse
It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse