my sick
lip pout
blue glitter
in my mouth
paiint my nails and
call you up
fawning lashes
made to rot
bad feelings
in my bed
as your voice trails off and i imagine instead
you swimming
through this screen
he's gonna
take his clothes off in my dreams
where i feel like a magazine girl
i just wanna be your zine girl
get your hands off my jeans
fuck a picture of me
in a perfect magazineswirl
you make
me dumb
so stupid fucking dumb
when i breathe you pinch my lungs
see my eyes they're just drawn on
i'll be your flawless lab grown jewel
if you just drop your blood it makes me drool
you're a frat boy, say you are
now i'm gonna take your clothes off in my car
where i feel like a magazine girl
where i feel like a magazine girl
my adorable consious is rotting in me
while your body is all that i fear, oh no
if you're here to tell me i'm pretty then let me just melt in your arms and kill myself
because the mirror is hiding my beauty
and she won't tell me
she loves me
she loves someone else