outside in the dark with a broken heart you said you loved it when my blood shed, said that **** was art I'm thinking over how your eyes shined in the bright night sky you said it's nothing - it's not scary - but won't tell me why you held my arm down in the bathroom, see it all pour out said get to class, gave me a kiss don't let them know about the scars put on me or the bruises that have yet to heal I won't say nothing, you'll still love me that was now the deal I'm on sidewalk high as ****, don't know my whereabouts this LSD must keep my mind straight now I'm crying out you said it's nothing, just some stress you release with a fist my jaws sits crooked, my heads dizzy, there's blood on my wrist she wore the smile on her face just like a loaded gun said keep them blisters covered up and don't tell anyone from shaving razors and the needles you hide behind your back I'm like a doll, just like a pin cushion that's blue and black you said you loved me but you'd trade me for a cigarette now I'm just smoking all 19 the thunder makes 'em wet outside in the street walking towards the cars I'd rather die then watch you use me, giving me more scars
mark us like sheep my fleece may be store-bought, washed clean of all identity but i’ve got a patchwork neck spotted and dotted with broken blood vessels and i’ve seen the girls with pennies scraping at their skin trying to get rid of him one stroke at a time (his lips were just as rough as the ridges of their coins) and i’ve heard the girls with pennies their marks may have faded but their pockets jingle with each step they take each move they make they say his tongue dripped gold and silver and bronze all over them but all he left was red
mark us like cattle my ears may hold rings and not tags but i’ve got skin so fair you’d never dare believe that beneath i’m just another collection of broken blood vessels and he may be gone from the surface may be easy to remove but i still bleed (and the girls with pennies scrape at my neck one stroke at a time)
mark me like property my body may be a temple but your prayers will not be heard here you say the girls don’t need their pennies we say you have no say in the way we heal
our vessels may have been yours to break but they are not yours to mend and you can pretend you never knew what we went through when you decided to leave your signature on our skin
but we promise when we look at you we only see red
here's a fun method of hickey removal: rub the hickey with the ridge of a coin
Even as he spilled over with confidence While his tongue smoothly ice skated across the chalice of my pelvis I was not fooled. I could still feel his caged heart race and buck As he laid between the cradle of my hips.