gnaw, crunch on glass
bleeding tongue
to create sand
if i swallow
i'll cough it back up
cause shes evil
ornery
esophagus
estrangement from all those before
growing disillusionment with love, *** and people.
or is that they're all doing it wrong.
cause they sure can't keep their hands off
love the right thing, love life.
Shaggy hair
Black liner
Starry smile

as Lana said:
    Money is the anthem of success
                                         so put on your mascara
                                                                ­ & your party dress.

30 denier, nothing else
long legs
wet lips implanted on the glass
mellow heart, sultry breath,
condensed mirror
radiant friction, out of sync
from two outcast ladies
damp hair
humid walls
so right.

i will follow him by Peggy March
rustling in & out of frequency on the radio
indecipherable feeling
warm in here

she told me,loving her is like shaking hands with the devil
happiness is a butterfly
and its summer
so we're fine.

feel penitent
contrite
but we both do
so its fine
we'll go to penitentiary
its not love no
but we understand each other.

It's alarming, honestly how charming can she be
fooling everyone, telling 'hon i'm having fun'

you don't want to be like me
don't want to see the things i've seen

I'm dying,
                  dying

she gives them butterflies
bats her cartoon eyes
she laughs like god
her minds like a diamond

its alarming, truly how disarming can she be.

baby's all dressed up with nowhere to go
that's the story of the little girl you know.
relying on the kindness of strangers
tying cherry knots
       smiling, doing party favors.

put your dress on, put your lipstick on
sing your song the cameras on
and you're alive again.

darling, darling
doesn't have a problem
lying to herself cause her liquors top shelf.

you don't want to get this way
street walk at night, and a star by day.

It's tiring,
  
            tiring.