Someday (parisiantwist)

Some day I'll be a Suicide Girl, a pin up queen with pop-art lips and a body only those dedicated to tattoos and piercings, rainbow coloured hair and trashy rock star babies adore.

Some day I'll be a wife two kids and a life I wish I could trade in for a mint condition copy of my favourite record. I promise I won't drive a mini van, they're a little too big in back for my taste.

Someday I'll get drunk and make out with a girl in the rain. We'll share a cigarette the one am tram to London and I'll realize the the only reason I'm there is because... because I can't stand the sickening thought of going back to my "family".

Some day I'll let someone tie me up and slap me around, you know, just to prove I can survive. Or maybe, it's just because thats what love is, isnt it?

Some day, I'll be a sixty year old woman living in a penthouse suit somewhere in Europe. I'll have a bunch of cats. Grey ones, Calico ones, I've always liked the black and white ones. I'll have a male maid, a student from the local art school. I'll write children's book in between nights filled with cheap gin and clove smokes, hiding in the daytimes, in closets and allyways looking for a little bit of inspiration. The pages will fill up with pen and ink drawings of ravens and homeless women, stories of love affairs gone awry. Children won't read them, but they'll have heard of me.

Some day, I'll grow up and realize that only some of this is true. Only some of this can happen. Which parts are the truth? Well, that's up to me.