Velvet Shadows

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.