You can bleach your hair
Or cut it off with a butcher knife
All of this done by candle light,
In the middle of the night
Get him just drunk enough
On perfume liquors in the backyard
And whisper little things about
The parts of you made of glass
Trace his name across
Your open veins in vibrant reds
Mailing him dim lit photos
Of scar tissue evidence
Crash your car into the drive-in movie screen
Think about how things could have been
If you never let it slip
That you dreamt of his top lip
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
You can bleach your hair
Or cut it off with a butcher knife
All of this done by candle light,
In the middle of the night
Get him just drunk enough
On perfume liquors in the backyard
And whisper little things about
The parts of you made of glass
Trace his name across
Your open veins in vibrant reds
Mailing him dim lit photos
Of scar tissue evidence
Crash your car into the drive-in movie screen
Think about how things could have been
If you never let it slip
That you dreamt of his top lip
