Blood clotting and my sheets stained crimson
I can't be helped because I love to play the victim
I love the pain that you cause, 'cause you know that you're so much more than me
Dark angels will run with scissors, cutting off three of my fingers
Can we pretend we're not angels through the cable?
That we could some day have a sleepover and cradle
Each other's bodies in the arms as we lie under the covers and bleed?
Dark angels will run with scissors, cutting off three of my fingers
Dance with me
I know your wounds do not define you
But it's plain to see, my skin is
Nothing but a wounded canvas, fuck me like a praying mantis
In my fantasy, we're both in dresses in the ballroom
But the lines on my legs
Betraying smears that stain me like graffiti, I know that you'll never need me
And you don't seem to understand
A shame, you seemed an honest man
And all the fears you hold so dear
Will turn to whisper in your ear
And you know what they say might hurt you
And you know that it means so much
And you don't even feel a thing
I am falling, I am fading
I have lost it all
Dark angels will run with scissors
Dark angels will run with scissors
Dark angels will run with scissors, cutting off three of my fingers
I can't keep living—
I can't keep living—
I can't keep living—
Dark angels will run with scissors, cutting off three of my fingers
Dark angels will run with scissors, cutting off three of my fingers
Dark angels will run with scissors, cutting off three of my fingers
Dark angels will run with scissors, cutting off three of my fingers
Dark angels will run with scissors, cutting off three of my fingers
Dark angels will run with scissors, cutting off three of my fingers
Dark angels will run with scissors, cutting off three of my fingers
I can't keep living like—
