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Mhm…
Plastic wrap…
black roses…
You hear the floorboards creak too?
Good. Mascara tears down a pale white face Bloody fingerprints on the
pillowcase I smile pretty while the sirens cry Got cemetery dirt on
my thigh-highs Kitchen knife shine under pink halogen House smell strange but
the TV on Dolls hanging from the ceiling fan I talk sweet
while I ruin a man Everybody say I need help But the
voices keep me to myself Hairpin trigger in my broken brain I
make trauma look high-fashion
Baby, don’t scream too loud The neighbors hear everything
And I hate attention Unless it’s worshipping me
I’m your pretty little crime scene Cherry-red blood on the white sink
Dance with me while the lights blink
Love me like a dead thing Oh-oh
I got moth wings in my rib cage Oh-oh
I write your name across six graves You can run all night
But you still belong to me
In my pretty little crime scene
Body bag couture, I’m dressed to kill Lipstick smeared like a horror
film still Smile too wide when the bassline hit Got a hearse
outside and I’m proud of it Whole damn room smell sickly sweet
Rot perfume mixed with gasoline Candles burning in a pentagram shape While
I slow dance naked in the yellow tape I don’t want a
prince, I want obsession Someone unstable with bad intentions Baby,
I’m the wolf in the vanity mirror Every bad thought sound a
little clearer
There’s scratches in the walls again
Something breathing in the dark again
You kiss me and the room turns cold
Now your heartbeat mine to hold
I’m your pretty little crime scene
Broken halo, nicotine
Slow decay in a beauty queen Soft voice hiding violent things
Oh-oh
Black roses by the staircase Oh-oh
Fresh dirt underneath my fingernails You can pray all night But you
still belong to me
In my pretty little crime scene
Plastic wrap…
Perfume…
Static on the radio…
And me smiling in the dark.