plastic coated, violet hearts squeeze thighs.
these eyes keep her cold.
window shopping beauty, you wear that shirt super swell.
the wrong way home
i’ll break all the rules.
i will buy a gun.
she smells like the hair of surgeons.
i know you’re powerless to turn your back and you know
it’s useless to turn your cheek.
oh, what the f*ck can you do?
i know you’ve cried this way before
just shut your pretty mouth and I won’t resort to
violence, since you’re my baby.
where were you when I came to the store last night?
for this I need the road.