All the boys are beautiful shadows with razors in their lungs
we want to be chosen by their gem stone eyes
but they’re scared to be beaten

They have forbidden bottles under their beds
pretty boys with herbs in their sleeves
adventures on their eyelids

Seeing the pain of the world and being forced to look away
all they know is to worship the nights
avoiding everything painful

There’s a beautiful secret lying on the tip of their tongue
we hear the same voices in our heads
still our softness stays a threat

We’re outlawed and hunted by them like witches
they’re intimidated by our richness
craving to touch our waists