Plastic coated, violet hearts squeeze thighs.
These eyes.
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 fuck 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.