Watch me, I miss y'all.


Trudy's Eyes Milk, heights, germs, frogs.Trudy's Eyes by ~yizzie
Phobias of mine.
Oh, how many years have passed?
It has to be more than nine.
I haven't solved her murder,
But I still wear the ring.
Everything has to be just so,
Because, here's the thing:
If the eggs aren't spotless,
If I need to sweep,
If one umbrella is backwards,
I simply cannot sleep.
I saw a woman; Hispanic.
Forty, maybe forty-five.
I just had to follow her.
In a cab, she drives.
For three days now,
I've been awake.
I wash my hands,
After his handshake.
He tricked me out of fifty dollars,
But gave me a clue.
And now, at four-thirty AM,
Maybe I'll find you.
We solved a murder twice,
