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

The first time June saw the Fool, she was washing her mother’s car in the dark.

“Paint me,” the Fool said. “Before the sun comes up. Before I have to go back to the highway.”

The deluxe edition is never the clean version. It’s the one with the broken takes, the extra verses, the mess left in. Warpaint - The Fool -Deluxe Edition- -2011-

June hugged her arms. “Heard what?”

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. The first time June saw the Fool, she

For the first time in months, June laughed. Then she went inside to make her mother breakfast.

“Good,” the Fool said. She patted the ground beside her. “Brave people lie. Fools just listen.” Before I have to go back to the highway

The Fool was already walking backward into the fennel, dissolving like a song you try to hum but forget the melody of.

That’s when she heard the bassline. Low, patient, almost threatening. It wasn’t coming from a house. It was coming from the cul-de-sac’s dead end, where the streetlights gave up and the wild fennel took over.

June dipped her finger in the paste. She drew a shaky line down the Fool’s nose, then another across her chin. It was clumsy. It was perfect.

The Fool opened her eyes. They were the color of wet asphalt after a storm—no, wait. They shifted. Gold. Green. A sad kind of brown.