The Headlines - Bleach Blonde

Girl, you are used like the glow of the sunrise.

But don’t you look cute with that dress off?

My eyes were so consumed;

I must have been confused

Because I swore you were a vampire

When that light hit your disguise.

You bit my neck.

I bit your thighs.

Let’s start over.

I heard all about you last night

On the front page and the headlines.

There’s this fire in her eyes

That my tongue can’t deny.

Pull her dark hair aside;

Lay her on the mosaic tile.

Is there something wrong here?

Hell no.

Just kick the door closed.

Blood lust begins;

Blood lust must end come daylight.

Just close your eyes, know that you can’t let

That light inside.

My stomach is sick.

I can’t feel my legs.

And I’ve got a mouth full of fucking fangs.

A steamer trunk of things:

A photograph of you and me,

Locking lips, touching hips.

Who would have thought

It would come down to this?

Who the hell are we?

A person, a place or a thing?

Well I don’t know but I just hope

That I can hide inside this shadow.