I know you've got a heart of gold and emotions that run along your sleeves
but lately,
you're better with a bottle and some scrapped knees.
You're introverted
A minuet ******
But it's not the the skin you bare
Or the the way you touch
It's the way you've given up
You grew into the buildings
And buried yourself inside
between a mattress and ***** sheets
They won't save you
No, my beautiful raggedy Anne
No, they'll turn that heart of gold to stone
They'll paint your face with prophecies-
Little indecencies
You'll be ripped from some ***** banks magazine
A pin up doll
Such a perfectly decayed dream
I want to cut the string that holds you up
Hit the ground running-
Remove your mind from others hands and
Fight
Let bad blood filter into the streets and watch the acquainted burn into the night
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
I know you've got a heart of gold and emotions that run along your sleeves
but lately,
you're better with a bottle and some scrapped knees.
You're introverted
A minuet ******
But it's not the the skin you bare
Or the the way you touch
It's the way you've given up
You grew into the buildings
And buried yourself inside
between a mattress and ***** sheets
They won't save you
No, my beautiful raggedy Anne
No, they'll turn that heart of gold to stone
They'll paint your face with prophecies-
Little indecencies
You'll be ripped from some ***** banks magazine
A pin up doll
Such a perfectly decayed dream
I want to cut the string that holds you up
Hit the ground running-
Remove your mind from others hands and
Fight
Let bad blood filter into the streets and watch the acquainted burn into the night
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