He has all the wrong signs,
Every red flag,
Says every **** scary word on my “Girl ruuuun for your life” dictionary,
And yet I desire him.
He is everything that is wrong with me,
He is me 10 years ago:
Surrounded by spirit,
He is music without lyrics,
He is all that is wrong with me.
The embodiment of NO,
He’s a bird with no song,
Wingless, dreamless and plastic,
His standards are elastic,
And he won't let me breathe...
He is everything that is wrong with me
And yet
Object of my desire
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
He has all the wrong signs,
Every red flag,
Says every **** scary word on my “Girl ruuuun for your life” dictionary,
And yet I desire him.
He is everything that is wrong with me,
He is me 10 years ago:
Surrounded by spirit,
He is music without lyrics,
He is all that is wrong with me.
The embodiment of NO,
He’s a bird with no song,
Wingless, dreamless and plastic,
His standards are elastic,
And he won't let me breathe...
He is everything that is wrong with me
And yet
Object of my desire
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