She hides.
She cowers...

She draws the knife
across her arms...

Fear.
I'm afraid that you'll whisper something new...

Don't let go.
Hold onto this moment forever, or at least...

The blood and cigarettes linger on my lips,
the ash and rusted red sultry in my throat...

You're so pretty
dripped in peroxide...

Can you see him creeping?
His eyes flick and dart...

Tell me everything is OK,
I'm a back pocket believer...

A tight smile, a simple touch.
I ask him...

A girl.
Barely eighteen...

Laying in the dark,
hearing my heart beat...

I have so many things drowning in my mind.
I want to cry but my tears won't save them...