Dollface

Once again

You're flashing me those blues

And I'm remembering why I'm wasting days

If I had the nerve

I'd drain all your beautiful

All you're good for is burning bloodstreams

Each movement makes music

A chemical touch that would send shocks

But you're destined for display only

The most I could hope for is to smear the glass

These heavy fingertips

Leaving trails of scattered skin and cracked porcelain

Tell me what I haven't got

Because I'd kill to get it

Tell me what I haven't got

Don't tell me, he's got it

Who's on the receiving end of those perfect lips