I would go straight to the city of angels
But obviously, you haven’t been there in ages
Lips and hips soft like velvet
Golden fangs, sharp as a knife
Amaretto sour, wildflower
A never ending battle of wanting to die, and loving being alive
You could call this lucid dreaming
Because I know exactly what I’m doing
Or you could call me baby girl
Because I’m brand new to this world
And now I’m nothing but a tortured artist
Because I’m trying my fucking hardest
To amuse you
Be a muse to you
I want to amuse you
Be used, by you
Please don’t perceive me
And if you do, do it mysteriously
Please don’t deceive me
And if you do, sink your teeth in
make it worth it, sacrificial, Normandy