Yr gossip mouth gets me off

pawn shop heart, trade me up

I Don't Know About You But..

A journalist would jump four stories for this sort of thing.
photograph the crash landing.
we will prove, you can bake your cake and eat it to.
roll around with me
in red, yellow, green and blue pasture’s.
back to basic’s.
just to sate your sweet tooth for disaster.

we will all be revealed for who we are eventually.
sooner rather than later.

shout out to myboldandbeautifuldeadend.tsomethingr.com
when you've got you're story, run along kid

aboutme.

a firm believer in my pick pocket fingertip politics
which usually end in her best dress ripped
rather than any form of real progress,
over the years I've guttered my dreams
pulled away the hair from the city i threw up in
ambition has set shop in my chest
selling out every step i take
so long live mother's favorite mess.
XO

Double Dare Me, Vanity

c'mon the covers can't cover this up
we're such a pretty mess
spilt smiles on yr bedroom floor
and hung them on our lips

and weeks spent in yr reflection
"haven't you found me yet?"
my therapists thinking it must be love,
well me "just a side effect.
"

well i know we won't go down without a fight
but i'm a lover with a habit to bed
so oh so sweet talkers
stay gold or stay right here

i see shooting stars and loaded words
aside my own decent
so i wear a desperate tragedy
underneath my skin

and i confess i'm only missing me
take a bow for staged dreams
and roses run through my veins
straight to the heart you threw up in

and the city never slept, i slipt into it's sheets
so melt yr eyelids
come see what melbournes made of me
yr crowds are woven puppets, composed of words to subtle
to see through our mirrored vanity

move out; breakdown

& a prayer will spill from my mouth
"oh love don't fail me now"
Neverland kneed
I'm not skipping a step
rather skipping through them
organ armed
nostalgic hymns in my embrace
but now i lie alone in a room build for two
i kiss a ghost
a bend in the mattress
a scent in the sheets i'd never shake
counting down days in blinks.

a banana peel complex.x.x.x.x

me & u vs. the pavement
i'd go face down
just to protect you from failure
image;
but don't want to see you do your hair in my review mirror.
i'm pretentious, vicious and surreptitious
my words are like well dressed weapons in the back of the head
.
but baby i'm putting down my gun
biting my tongue
and we'll be making love between every single line of every single song.

so slow down daring, and read between the lines like i read you
we won't.be slipping up


dr drling ima mess
bt billowng smthn sweet
ever since u bcame my pretti lttle chimney sweep
luv u.

xx

wrote her something last night.

but forgot it somewhere between a stilettoed silhouette of my favorite shadow.
and a kiss that could tear sheets.
but it's always something along the lines of i love you.
xx