you know the rules, baby — we wear skirts in the car so i can help you pull your act together when you're not listening. what're you doing? sit closer, darling, you know the drill...much better, baby. now be good and hold my hand, yeah?
love on my mind. the way that i wanna look down at someone with my hand around their throat, seeing nothing but pure devotion in those pretty, dumb eyes. every sound that spills from your lips should sound like poetry as i turn your bones to mush and your body into art.
there is a hunger often associated with pain that you feel when you look at someone you used to love and enjoyed loving and want to love again though you know you can't