speak in slow-motion i will read your lips with mine try to get inside your mind dig deeper push for the secrets you scream i want to trust you but darling you make it so hard to give you my heart without getting my blood on your hands
whiskey rebellion insight my riot call me kitten and pet me heavy i'll wear lace for you if the price is right fed-ex'd romance to make me beautiful, dirty, and rich
i drink, but don't drive too blind alcohol insides 21 and over and i'm just getting started happy birthdays just don't happen not where i'm from not in this life
bad news on yule-eves make me wonder maybe this could be my life after all or maybe i'm just tipsy
wine eyes and bloody mary ballads 3 days of secrets sleeping while i wait up for phones ringing but best friends never call when you need them
this get-rich-quick scheme to replace normalcy with filth replace 'perfectly respectable' with eye candy and lust i'm taking my life back one porno at a time yes, i'm taking my life back with nicotine and red wine i hope you understand
you whispered shadow your tongue spilled all the things i couldn't say i am not who i always dreamed of being but i'm not what they see in me reflect me fragmented the blackest pieces you spoke my ache in images too warped for words mysticism in kisses and morbid adoration i believed between the two of us we could make one complete human and one complete ghost romanticized self-loathing and the loss that only comes when some vital part of you dies i thought i knew you but i only saw what you offered me i only saw myself in you blush blue sick and shameful buried in the beautiful mask you created for such an occasion in tender whispers you always told me that wasn't the real you but i've accepted 'you' isn't real cling to familiar faces the same old sweep-you-off-your-feet but every time i feel a little less than the time before recalled whispers before the world ends you will love me and i will forget you chrysanthemums will fall in your wake and i will always remember you in springtime.
quite possibly one of the worst things to happen to a girl on the go.
I DON'T HAVE TIME TO BE SICK ANYMORE!!!
you have already destroyed my 3-day weekend, i've lost 6 pounds in 3 days, i can't hear shit, i'm loaded up on more sudafed than you wanna think about, i'm fairly certain my head is imploding, AND I HAVE TO WORK IN THE MORNING!
not to mention laundry, dishes, christmas shopping, and photo-shoots.
damn you, immune system- you were supposed to take care of this.