We dance like we're on sedatives,
The air feels thick through my fingers
The spaces so you can fit your hand through
I just want to rip that muscle right out of your chest
And watch it burn away like
a desperately craved cigarette

Ballet shoes
They only look good on you
Every cell underneath your skin
Is like a thousand stars floating
In one of our downed bottles
of stolen gin

Your a nasty habit
The girl of my dreams
Even the prettiest girls get the
Blues
And the only thing that tears me away from my sadness
Is one and only
You

Everyday I
Secretly hope one of us will die
Then I can drink myself to death
In the hope of forever being
By your side