Laredo
Kat Bjelland
Tear your wings off at the spine and tape them to the back of mine
I can fly higher when I'm tired
My two hands are scorched from holding this torch
Mind feels like neon all glowing and bent up
You look good on my back like a shark fin
Rectify desensitized
'Tis the season to drink poison
Tralala was a bad head girl
Your mind's gone greasy it slides right off me
And all the jaded stars spit black cigars
No truce for you
A spec of something that I knew
Yes I read what you did and I see what you did