I hate your stoic nature. Say what you’re thinking. Stop leaving me in the dark about everything that you’re feeling. You’ve got your makeup, I’ve got my self-deprecation, and these days I wish that we were better strangers.
Belladonna, you’re bad for me. Don’t misconstrue casual connection with intimate emotion. These moments are hollow like your eyes. Visceral like 3am in my bed. Let’s leave the lights off. We always made sense in the mess of our tangled bodies.
Belladonna, you're bad for me. There's a snake behind your teeth you're telling everyone is just your tongue. The eyes are the window to the soul and yours are empty. So let's leave the lights off. We only made sense in the mess of our tangled bodies.