Cinderella smokes Cinderella stares and exhales Cinderella what a beautiful girl memory loss is the salvation I desperately crave the coin shows heads whichever way you toss the damp night welcomes me into her arms the creamy sky, it sighs and sheds a few tears a tear for you, for me and for what we never used to be a tear for every night I didn't spend in your bed a tear for every day where distance grew in confidence a tear for this crouched shadow hiding from me.
Cinderella's boots maltreat the spare stub you look spacy while searching for a tree to jiggle there's no shortage of choice, this forest is all yours oh, it's all yours tonight yet all the choices make you feel dizzy and you sit down on the ground to smoke a ciggy.
You always liked to read my gaze guess all those pictures in my head and watch all those fish floundering in your net You light another and think about all the milk cartoons you trashed you're still squeezing the last drop out of me wash me down your sink and smile and think you probably got it all and you probably did I end up down your drain and mingle with your last boy's ***** and your period blood.
Your place to rest is always the kitchen my place to sleep, it's near your pillow just six feet under oh, six feet down I lie and close my eyes. You believe life's just a laugh I believe Eros will always get the last laugh he waits for my desperation to reach boiling point and then he spreads his wings and flies away Oh, that's you spread your wings and fly away.
Your last dream was a plushy ball your dress was rose gold and my cheeks were just plain red and your wings they clung so firmly to your back Oh, Cinderella, if you want a smoke, just take one of mine I was born to swindle you, born to lie, born to deceive you and you were born to never even notice.
The doves come land on the edges of your balcony you ask for their help and they say yes and I melt 'cause I know the doves have never failed and you'll see him and you'll smile and I won't be there and you'll sign on the dotted line he'll be yours for as long as you desire and you'll be his for as long as you desire Thunder roars approval and from six feet under I wince objections heard by no one particular.
It's fine for you, you'll sort the peas for 80 years And I'll drink the sleet and breathe Stairs of pitch will keep me in this prison underground Stairs of pitch will discourage you from ever peeking down Stairs of pitch jam the way to your mind and you like the fact that your prince will now have to climb the window.
I'll dream of cutting off your toe and your heel to stop you from ever fleeing me and then I'll desperately sob and when I wake up, I'll be six feet down looking up to you and you'll ask: 'Care for a smoke?'
Bella was young, Bella was fair With bilious green eyes and velvet hair Her face a work of art Made her creator's eyes squint and fall apart Bella never let my filthy tongue near her silent heart.
My Bella, she loved nothing more Than to be a sled one had to grind Through a desert of white, a sea of ice He pulled her all over frozen fields, past the last of crystal trees And then he hid her in the glistering white of nature's eyeball.
For my Bella, I'd always find time to mourn Addicted to hazy cigar heat and first-degree burns But dreaded thoughts of her lovely chest freezing to death Ultimately sent me on the pointless quest Of searching for Bella in her icy mess.
Bella never saw the dozens of dead dogs I had to leave by the wayside She turned to me at the end of this cruel ride And said: 'George, be careful what you preach You might be feel cold, but I don't 'Round here, you're looking at nature's peach And for me, it's right by the beach!'
My sweet delirium two copies of strong coffee Trump Reality any day. The people around you chasing shadows out of town pictures of war getting blown away And then time will stop getting stuck in this one moment I'm fine with it.
The future, the future What's false now won't get any truer Who's winning now won't turn into a loser The future doesn't wait for anyone And neither do you It brightens the bright and darkens the dark Five years and I'm still waiting for you to ask. I was promised something else Surviving on something borrowed and something blue The future says "I will be sorrow. And I will be loss. I'll never really start, but I'll definitely end. And I'll take everyone and everything you have." "Do you happen to have any upsides?" "Yes. I'm the same for everyone." Well then.
He lifts you and carries you someplace Doesn't even matter where I sit someplace and stare Doesn't even matter where. Pictures flash before our eyes Mine just in my head, yours come from outside. Every day, there's so much at stake I don't even gamble it all away Already lost my money on the way to the casino. Will you think about What marriage and Stockholm Syndrome have in common When you stand at the altar and tell him you love him? Hear me sigh It feels so ******* bad Being a ******* rat And not the live one on your sweet shoulder Just the dead one under your boyfriend's shoe.
I'm sitting in your tiny dark kitchen You say "Now I'm here and all is well No need to cry, no reason to dwell." I say "Stop kidding, sweetie, just look out the door there's nothing there but your balcony You may get me out of depression But you'll never get depression out of me."
A house painted in white, the colour of peace Autumn covers its frontyard in leaves The masses gather and scream A crackling voice betrays seething beliefs.
It's a lie waiting to be sold to the highest bidder Honey, everything will get better if we add some glitter Warning signs covered with election posters A popularity contest, let's introduce the imposters.
I'm a special kind of candidate For decades, I've endured all your hate And those you despise, I know them all by name But will they ever listen to what I'm saying?
I'm a self-made man just taking care of business And since I've made it, every day is Christmas Push their bodies off the pier, this is just a modern witch test And if the weights make them drown, at least they're gonna ***** less.
This car without breaks is gaining traction Let's ask the Romans how to stop a chain reaction Both sides scream People to the ballots, cast your vote for our very last bastion. A waste of paper, an American election.
I found you when I strayed too far north sailed further than it was safe They warned me, begged me to return but I had found the sea and left the shore said goodbye to the days of yore. With my destination in sight, I could hardly believe my eyes The sky turned pink, green and violet I stared at my life through a wide-angle lens.
You graced the night, you made me go blind A dancing, smiling, breathing light Your icy thighs My northern lights.
Then I stepped out of a buzzing fridge eagerly awaited an exciting new age couldn't wait to tear off my ****** thorns But you just made me eat my words Count my faults Finished dreams and swallowed thoughts But who was responsible for all the pictures in my head? I never chose to be caught in your fishing net.
You graced the night, made me go blind A dancing, smiling, breathing light Your icy thighs My northern lights.
I tried to stay in the desert of snow but over time, you just grew cold you stopped shining for me at all resisted my screams and ignored my calls. I sailed home and left your frozen paradise and today, I saw a girl I liked and lifted my heavy eyes. She was dressed in white, feet all bare I wonder What if Jesus Christ had bleached blonde hair?