days dance into nights when eyes blurr while you're standing to attention.
pour yourself another drink, who cares what the neighbours think.
my password is 1989.
i imagine you saving me, and then turning 180 and saving yourself.
hades rules hell with an iron fist.. children on wishlists in grottos.
some things clear your head. some things make you believe everything you've read.
i make you go crazy for everything we said.
'us' was never a synonym for forever.
dropping cherries for lovers, a refund we can't reclaim.
leaving wills and sentiments into microphones. writing black secrets into lyrics that no one will fully understand.
my fingertips are lightening.
these scissors are almost frightening.
she'll show them what it means to be free - alley cats and police batons. every purpose.
shakng and shivering, he records the way she shed her skin on stage, gyrating high on podiums. selling sould in cages made of gold.
eyes freeze framing.
hearts beating to dance music DJs.
we sold our jewelry for trips to foreign countries.
fire burns rivers in cheekbones, marking years in weathered skin.
lips stretch to form regrets. she wrote this before you'd even thought of it.
perhaps someone's writing songs a little too tragic.
mabe she's trying to tell you all about it. the lullabyes that sing her to sleep until she wakes up choking on her dreams.
nightmares that only haunt her when he eyes are open.
headboards and headstones are marked by the same intials. signatures without homes.
streets missing signposts and addresses to ghost towns.
i don't want to be afraid anymore.
