Dollface

Once again
You're flashing me those blues
And I'm remembering why I'm wasting days
If I had the nerve
I'd drain all your beautiful
All you're good for is burning bloodstreams
Each movement makes music
A chemical touch that would send shocks
But you're destined for display only
The most I could hope for is to smear the glass
These heavy fingertips
Leaving trails of scattered skin and cracked porcelain
Tell me what I haven't got
Because I'd kill to get it
Tell me what I haven't got
Don't tell me, he's got it
Who's on the receiving end of those perfect lips