Homemade holy water doesn't wash away synthetic sins.
Throwing Chinese vases to the ground so you have something to fix.
We'd all take roses over sunflowers anyday.
Taking half steps to the last train so you can call him up to ask for a lift.
Letting her press her lips against you,
Just to watch the arteries spill love onto her hands.
Portrait smiles and silhouette photographs.
These aren't the kind of songs you get off to -
They're the kind of lies that fuck you.
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