Currently reading: Something for school
So let us adorn ourselves with smoke and flame
drip blood rubies and pile up devotees like toy soldiers,
You’ll be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life
Now there’s green light in my eyes,
And my lover on my mind.
And I’ll sing from that piano,
tear my yellow dress and,
Cry and cry and cry and,
Over the love of you.
I’m not like the rest of you