You're like pink sugar mixed with cigarette smoke.
We know that smell. If you don't you're missing out.
It's not supposed to make sense, being a sweet as sugar scent
mixed with the lingering bitterness of poison...
But together makes sense.
It's not like they knew when they invented pink sugar perfume it would mix perfectly with smoke
and create magic.
It just became a new signature,
something special that people recognize and identify with.
Being one way or completely the other, when combined is brilliant.
The two counterpoints balance one another, and something beautiful emerges.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
You're like pink sugar mixed with cigarette smoke.
We know that smell. If you don't you're missing out.
It's not supposed to make sense, being a sweet as sugar scent
mixed with the lingering bitterness of poison...
But together makes sense.
It's not like they knew when they invented pink sugar perfume it would mix perfectly with smoke
and create magic.
It just became a new signature,
something special that people recognize and identify with.
Being one way or completely the other, when combined is brilliant.
The two counterpoints balance one another, and something beautiful emerges.
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