Talk about the weather. Will you miss me ever? Lately I’m obsessed, and I need the rest. I hope that you’re impressed, but she’s so pretty, I’m jealous. And she’s lost like Alice in a painted past, in a looking glass. I see me looking back. I’ll take another, Drink Me, baby. Slowly, I’ll disappear and wear my life like a barbed wire necklace, so let’s play truth or dare.
Anna Nalick, “Drink Me”