No More Sapphic Thoughts

No more sapphic flaws, no more fantasising, no more realising No more showers, picking up flowers Pick out the knots in your hair for hours Oh, brush the lavender that plagues my face No more playing games, no more soft embrace, no more just a taste Lost it all, won't lose it again (Eleanor, tell me your dreams) Lost it all Lost it all Lost it all (Eleanor, listen to me) Listen to me Listen to me Lost it all, won't lose it again Lost it all