Darkroom Lovers

Table set for one,

the crystal gleams so bright

I put on my best silk

just to sit and write

To a ghost in the corner,

nodding to the tune (mmm)

They say a pretty doll should never make a sound But this

misfit toy is spinning all around (haha)

Welcome to my glamorous island of broken parts

We wear satin ribbons over bruised up hearts I’m dining with my

shadow,

toast to being free

(ahhh) And nobody does it half as good as me

Porcelain skin cracks when you smile too wide But there’s a quiet

fire

burning deep inside

(yes there is)

Dinner is served (shhh)

Just me,

myself,

and my beautiful scars