Pretty boy come closer,
I want to press my skin against yours.
Pretty boy move against me,
I want to feel the slide.
Pretty boy talk to me,
Your voice is so sweet.
Pretty boy touch me,
You’re electric in my veins.

There are a few of you,
One or two of you
And I don’t know what to do with you,
But I want to be in a room with you
Stripped to the skin,
Writhing in sin,
I want to be taking you all the way in.

I heard a wise man once say
That the older we get
The more our lives used to be perfect.
I never want to live my life that way.
I want there to be imperfections every step of the way.
Imperfections and flaws and failures
Are what make life exciting and fun and enjoyable.
I don’t want to look back on my life and remember
The perfect moments.
I want to remember the nights
When the cops almost caught us,
When we drank until we couldn't see straight,
And then we drank some more.
I want to remember the nights
When we couldn't see through the smoke,
When our friends fell down wells
And we set off fire alarms trying to rescue them.
I want to live this way because imperfections
Make life perfect.

When I dream of you,
The air is heavy in my lungs
And the floor slides up
To meet my knees.
There is broken glass on the bed, but that’s
Alright,
I’m already bleeding.

Your skin is so soft,
Only one pound of pressure to break it;
To watch the blood flow, (To watch your veins empty)
To paint you shades of red.
Would you do it if I asked?
If I begged prettily enough
Would you tear open your flesh
And let me watch
As the blood drips down your arms?

It’s amazing how you've changed, little girl,
Different in so many ways.
It’s amazing you’re not the same little girl
I knew in my younger days.

I miss
Smoking with you,
Because that’s when we
Talked.
I miss
Drinking with you,
Because that’s when we
Laughed.
I miss
Kissing you,
Because that’s when we
Touched.
I miss
Smiling with you,
Because that’s when we were
Happy.