There's a Winchester bulletLodged in my chestBetween my ribs and my spineAnd I can feel the metal pressInto my lung with every breath.Don't call me br..
It's the simple things-Simple like the slow riseAnd fall of your breathsThe rhythm of your heartAs it skips in your chestDancing with the demonNever s..
Your arm in mineWas a little too invitingRight up until the timeYou pulled my heart outThrough my throat.Drink it, I saidLike the dumb girl I am.Eight..
Hanging in the back corner of my closetIs a little red dress I've never wornIt might be polyesterThough I really couldn't tell youBecause it's always ..
The rapid patter of your heartIs erratic, inconsistent, unreliableThe only thing it does with startling consistencyIs pulse and push the toxinsAround ..