| 歌曲 | Sacred Mountain |
| 歌手 | Meanwhile, Back in Communist Russia |
| 专辑 | Indian Ink |
| Your hair had the colour of flaked almonds. | |
| You, underweight: seven stone something. | |
| It came out in strands that got caught in the back of my throat. | |
| I found bits of it in my sheets for days afterwards, and it was a reminder I didn't want at all. | |
| Someone had a photograph of you — all eyeliner and nail polish and rainbow-coloured bracelets circling your skinny arms. | |
| When the kissing stopped, little shining strings of spit linked your mouth to mine. | |
| Your hip bones and rid-cage jutted through your skin and dug into me. | |
| You bored me. | |
| It was only your prettiness and the steady stream of oddly-coloured cocktails that made me think it would be worth risking things for. | |
| The shouting started immediately: my father saying I was a slut; my boyfriend saying it was all over. | |
| You didn't even phone me afterwards. |
| Your hair had the colour of flaked almonds. | |
| You, underweight: seven stone something. | |
| It came out in strands that got caught in the back of my throat. | |
| I found bits of it in my sheets for days afterwards, and it was a reminder I didn' t want at all. | |
| Someone had a photograph of you all eyeliner and nail polish and rainbowcoloured bracelets circling your skinny arms. | |
| When the kissing stopped, little shining strings of spit linked your mouth to mine. | |
| Your hip bones and ridcage jutted through your skin and dug into me. | |
| You bored me. | |
| It was only your prettiness and the steady stream of oddlycoloured cocktails that made me think it would be worth risking things for. | |
| The shouting started immediately: my father saying I was a slut my boyfriend saying it was all over. | |
| You didn' t even phone me afterwards. |