Umbrellas (Fans-Only Preview)

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She rose from a shoe box of Polaroids
And breezed through the house like a ghost
Fingering things from her memory
Then settled where I remember her most

Asleep in the drivers seat
Umbrellas in her drink
Where She can’t feel anything

In this one she’s on her first gin on ice
She roars and she pulls me in close
In this one she dozes off poolside
And a glass drops from under her clothes

Asleep in the drivers seat
Umbrellas in her drink
Where She can’t feel anything

I wake in a frigid room
Shaking from a dream
Kids taking photographs
Of me sleeping in my seat

Asleep in the drivers seat
Umbrellas in my drink
And I can’t feel anything