a girl is a gun
ironic fascism eating disorders burning sand paper on the inside of your throat pink acetone to wash away all the memories of run away cars and the boys inside run away cars and the boys inside the crowded rooms of danger and blood love stains ironic anorexia as a joke to the world with his ironic rape apologia as a joke to the world chug your roomates wine and wear her dresses the knife is smothering my cheek does it help? yes. Is it harder to breath? yes. use your silk against me I will never forget you or the taste of your hair and your spit