We tried to eat the fruit
Before the time was right
But instead tried to bite
On fruit too tart and hard
‘Tis mushy now and marred
And time the way has barred
Back to the moment,
The time the fruit was ripe.
Lolita
Lolita
Another road
Another room
Walls papered with
Another bloom
Another night
Another bed
Shared with a man
I call my dad.
