mirror ball

Would it flatter you to know
That mostly it’s you
That makes me so slow
You say I look so calm
But really I’m not, I’m not
But I think I want to be from now on

You are still my-y mirror ball
I look at you and suddenly I’m a virgin
In a dance hall

Would it flatter you to see
Me floating about wearing my love even when it doesn’t suit me
And I want to
Cause in this weather I can’t tell
If everyone’s on heat or sun stroked or sweating for no one
I can’t tell
"Crayon fields"