Particular

She had soul. I don't think anyone ever doubted that.

This girl had a knack for keeping the gears spinning even when the motor was dead. She kept the bodies propped up, even if she had to do it herself. Cups tessellated over the carpet. It never started out white; it was always that coffee stained color. That color was always complimented by the neon glowing bracelets and twenty dollar knock-off disco lights. Complimented might not have been the the right word.

I was on life-support and she was the life of the party.

Over and Out

Turning off the radio
To hear your voice coming through
A little bit of skipping, but
It's loud and clear in the four one two

Local call, so loco so
Extra, extra, read all about you,
Your garments signalling lust
It's loud and clear, but I don't have you

Feel the static crawling through my nerves
You're another device that I'll never unlearn
I'm over and out

Over and out
Over and out
Over and out yet again