Bubblegum and mania,
glitter and hate.
The girl in heart shaped glasses
just can’t wait.
Fly you up to heaven
on candy pink wings,
drop you when she gets tired
of you telling her things.
When she’s not feeling high
she takes a trip to hell,
the devil beats her up
and gives her pills to get well.
Brimstone in her left hand
and roses in her right,
settling in with a bottle
of liquor for the night.
Looking for the ones who want
manic pixie dreams,
looking for the one
who will have the sweetest screams.