✈ lost siren
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"Scars remind us of where we've been. They don't have to dictate where we're going."
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You were the song stuck in my head, every song I’ve ever loved, played again and again and again, and you can get what you want but it’s never enough, and I’ll spin for you like your favorite records used to.
For the thrill of your touch, I will shamefully lust, as you tell me we’re nothing but trouble. ll DP
We’re not gonna make it, if we just forsake it, what is there to lose, now my mind is spinning, this is just the beginning, love is what I choose. ll DP
Tattoos and a switchblade attitude, snakebite heart with a bubblegum smile, sex in stereo, don’t turn the radio down. ll DP
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses, it’s sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses, at the shade of the sheets and before all the stains, and a few more of your least favorite things. ll DP
And if I recover will you be my comfort? Or it can be over or we can just leave it here, so pick any number, choose any color, I’ve got the answer, open the envelope. ll DP
Well f.ck me if you must then, treat me like an old friend, I can’t exist within my own bed, so I insist on haunting your bed. ll DP
You’re looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black, you just keep going to the bathroom, always say you’ll be right back, well it takes one to know one, kid, I think you’ve got it bad. ll DP
Qui dit fatigue dit réveil, encore sourd de la veille, alors on sort pour oublier tous les problèmes, alors on dance. ll DP
Can we fast-forward till you go down on me? Stop there and let me correct it, I wanna live a life from a new perspective, you come along because I love your face. ll DP
Well I stay tuned, listen to the news and try to fall asleep at night, because I’m living in a house with just three walls, so I’m always getting recognized.
I taste you on my lips and I can’t get rid of you, so I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do. ll DP
Push your lack of chest out, look at my hair, gotta love the way you love yourself, your obsession with rocks and brown, and f.cking the whole town’s a reflection on your mental health.
I am just a villain vying for attention from a girl, a girl who can’t decide and here’s the reason why. ll DP
Through playful lips made of yarn, that fragile Capricorn unraveled words like moths upon old scarves, I know the world’s a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home. ll DP
Visions of a brighter love, I’d kill for one more day, to pool my thoughts, and find the words to say.
But they believe it from the tears and the teeth right down to the blood at her feet, boys will be boys, hiding in estrogen and wearing aubergine dreams. ll DP
And I am done with your twisted symphony, the words that had me sound like stolen poetry, I tore the pages and I can finally breathe.
Back to the street, down to our feet, losing the feeling of feeling unique, do you know what I mean?
Because the drugs never work, they’re gonna give you a smirk, cause they got methods of keeping you clean, they’re gonna rip up your heads, your aspirations to shreds, another cog in the murder machine.
Oh we made quite a mess, babe, it’s probably better off this way, and I confess babe, in my dreams you’re touching my face and asking me if I wanna try again with you, and I almost do. ll DP
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