i'll be your fairy to the world
they rip at my strawberry laces & open my chasms with speculums. peering inside of me, looking for my insides but of course they don't exist & i repeat this & still they don't believe me. take me home please, cloud castles in the sky, i'm crying here because everything crashes around my ears.loudly.
i see romance in being ill & the thoughts sicken me, actors who shouldn't be there creeping back in the corners of my mind. lines i do not want to hear. but i still think i look stunning covered in my own blood, cuts over my pale white skin. & that is sick. laugh along my lovelies, laugh untill you cry at too much lost blood. it smells of iron.
point at me with fingers that have never touched clouds, the sky falls again. i spread my arms & fly with the stars. it smells sweet here. i go to the future & come back moments later. i still create my illusions. i'll take you to the great beyond, cross my palm with silver, i might take you with me.
i break every mirror trying to climb into a world where i hit myself with a car.
i feel almost good about myself though, i am not the most attractive girl, i wouldn't win a beauty contest, but. i am of a almost healthy weight, i spin stories on my tongue & there is something, something undescribable that keeps them coming back for more.
i see romance in being ill & the thoughts sicken me, actors who shouldn't be there creeping back in the corners of my mind. lines i do not want to hear. but i still think i look stunning covered in my own blood, cuts over my pale white skin. & that is sick. laugh along my lovelies, laugh untill you cry at too much lost blood. it smells of iron.
point at me with fingers that have never touched clouds, the sky falls again. i spread my arms & fly with the stars. it smells sweet here. i go to the future & come back moments later. i still create my illusions. i'll take you to the great beyond, cross my palm with silver, i might take you with me.
i break every mirror trying to climb into a world where i hit myself with a car.
i feel almost good about myself though, i am not the most attractive girl, i wouldn't win a beauty contest, but. i am of a almost healthy weight, i spin stories on my tongue & there is something, something undescribable that keeps them coming back for more.