Eastwick - Julia Jacklin

It might make for good tv

The grieving process for all to see

But I don't want my fathers ashes

Scattered over strangers couches

And it might make for a fun night in if i

Wore a dress and slept with him

But I really hate showing my legs

Even when the sydney summer begs me

Come on now your roots are showing

Unlike hands your hair keeps growing

Oh now love you could keep on dying

I think the truth is more age defying

And in the day when it turned dark

We were just two shelves apart

When we realized

It's not right

You are not in a garden

You are in a store

A single stemmed rose reaching

Out for more

Did it come as a great shock

When your third love said hey you're not

Going to get his heart to beat by

Laying offerings at his feet

And in the day when it turned dark

We were two cages apart

When we realized

It's not right

You are not in the wild

You are in a pen

A forgotten sow wondering when

You can

Run