let me become art

The other woman enchants her clothes with french perfume
The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room

that's all over now

shared my heart and my mind with you, that's all over now 


take my whole life, too

 If we hold hands and wish together from sunrise to sunset the heavens will open up for the both of us. 
and we'll become eternal, our hearts will entangle and break out of their cages of bones

garden inside

Strangled up in ivy,
I'm the garden of Eden. 
Or Lady liberty. 
I'm watching from a distant constellation.
I don't have to talk pretty for them anymore. 

limbs of stone

sometimes I would rather be alive 


don't wanna know

"I lie so much that sometimes I don't even know which side of the mirror I am on"



dope cinema

darling, dearest, deadest

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