we tick, tick, ticked, like silky bombs under each other’s breasts dorothy porter

break my legs so I won't run to you steal my soul so I am one with you from a distance I am onto you but i'll stab my eyes out so I can't see sharon van etten

When I say i’m cruel, I mean I can’t get on without making people suffer. Like a live coal. A live coal in other’s hearts. When i’m alone I flicker out. For six months I flamed away in her heart, till there was nothing but a cinder. jean-paul sartre

one of us is not normal and it might not be you timber timbre

or I'd crawl to you baby and I'd fall at your feet and I'd howl at your beauty like a dog in heat and I'd claw at your heart, and I'd tear at your sheet I'd say please leonard cohen

I want to take you out, make you feel adored, buy you everything, I want to hurt you bad, make you paranoid, and say the sweetest things of montreal

but you admit that you're lonely, you're as cold as a statue pleading fuck me on the marble that was used to create you can't stand that you're talking when you shouldn't be living I didn't dodge all your bullets I just denied that they hit me flatsound

I wanna scorn my lover, I wanna tear our bridges down and pour gas on the rubble, I wanna burn her to the ground mother mother

mouth full of stones, sealed with a kiss drowning in blood, but whose blood is it jesse jo stark

i’d crawl in bed with you even on someone else’s blood on top of someone else’s love in the worst motel we find amigo the devil

you’re made of my rib bone, baby, you’re made of my sin and I can’t tell where your lust ends and where your love begins vast

where’s your mother? fall down dead. dirty mind, dirty mouth, pretty little head eliza rickman

drip-feed dripping in your eye socket under the hoax moon I didn’t mean to get weird now but I know what we are everything everything

her voice was soft and cool her eyes were clear and bright but she’s not there the zombies

did I disappoint you? did mommy make you sad? florence welch

I never sought to love you. Never thought you would love me. So I was wrong about me loving you, and right about you loving me vera sola

well I’m staring at a hole in my head and I've been staring through a hole in your head and i'm moving like a zombie, baby I am a zombie coming slow to your bed timber timbre

I’ll hold your hand and slap my face I’ll tickle you to your disgrace won’t you put me in my proper place a nobody like you lou reed

so to my doom, henceforward my desire charles baudelaire trans. lewis piaget shanks

I shan’t love you; I know you too well. Do you want me, anyhow? Yes. I ask no more. jean-paul sartre