Saccharine One Hundred
Saccharine lyrics are overwhelming when wrong. That’s not how I feel as I fall in lust with the back you’ve turned. There’s something about your insecurity slipping out of too large jeans that plays with your perfectly styled perception. The shock of metal above your eye must be months old now. (Does it cast away the shadows?) Dark outlines on your arm are ones I can’t recall having seen before. When did you become untouchable? I melted into what I thought you wanted, but you’re playing with the hair that was mine - now laying on the kitchen floor.