Warpaint - The Fool -deluxe Edition- -2011- -

June hugged her arms. “Heard what?”

“You heard it,” the Fool said, not opening her eyes. “Most people don’t.” Warpaint - The Fool -Deluxe Edition- -2011-

June thought of her mother crying in the kitchen, pretending to chop onions. She thought of herself in the school parking lot last week, watching her ex-best friend get into another girl’s car without looking back. June hugged her arms

“This is the deluxe version,” the Fool said, tracing the word Fool with her thumb. “The extra tracks are the ones that break you open when no one’s watching.” ” the Fool said

She was wearing an old tuxedo jacket over nothing but a slip, and on her feet, mismatched socks. A jester’s charm, but a warrior’s stillness.