thorned flower: a character playlist for briar devereaux
she will be loved // maroon 5
beauty queen of only eighteen, she had some trouble with herself. he was always there to help her, she always belonged to someone else. Look for the girl with the broken smile ask her if she wants to stay awhile and she will be loved...
teen idle // marina and the diamonds
wish i’d been a prom queen fighting for the title instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible, feeling super, super (super!) suicidal. the wasted years, the wasted youth. the pretty lies, the ugly truth. and the day has come where I have died only to find i’ve come alive
the boys, the girls, they all like carmen, she gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes. she laughs like god, her mind's like a diamond, audio tune lies, she's still shining, like lightning, ohh, white lightning. baby's all dressed up with nowhere to go, that's the little story of the girl you know. relying on the kindness of strangers, tying cherry knots, smiling, doing party favors. put your red dress on, put your lipstick on, sing your song, song, now the camera's on and you're alive again.
i don't like them innocent, i don't want no face fresh. want em wearing leather, begging, let me be your taste test. i like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies, kiss me in the corridor but quick to tell me goodbye.
they're just girls breaking hearts, eyes bright, uptight, just girls. but she can't be what you need if she's 17, they're just girls. they're just girls
guys my age // hey violet
i haven't seen my ex since we broke up, probably 'cause he didn't wanna grow up. now I'm out and wearing something low-cut, 'bout to get attention from a grown up. 'cause you hold me like a woman in a way I've never felt before and it makes me wanna hold on and it makes me wanna be all yours
i found a martyr, he told me that I'd never, with his educated eyes and his head between my thighs. i found the savior, i don't think he remembers 'cause he's off to pay his crimes and he's got no time for mine. now we're lost somewhere in outer space, in a hotel room where demons play. they run around beneath our feet, we roll around beneath these sheets
bedroom hymns // florence + the machine
this is as good a place to fall as any, we'll build our altar here. make me your maria, i'm already on my knees. you had jesus on your breath and I caught him in mine, sweating our confessions, the undone and the divine. 'cause this is his body, this is his love, such selfish prayers and I can't get enough
i'm not a piece of cake for you to just discard, while you walk away with the frosting of my heart, so I'm taking back what's mine, you'll miss the slice of heaven that i gave to you last night. if i am just a piece of cake, i am just a piece of cake (cake), then, you're just a piece of meat, you're just a piece of meat to me
lost in stereo // all time low
she works for the weekend, mixtape of her favorite bands, tearin' up the radio lost in the stereo sound. she's trouble in a tank top pretty little time bomb, blowing up I'll take you down, living in the radio lost in the stereo sound.
i had given up, i didn’t know who to trust so I designed a shell, kept me from heaven and hell. and I had hit a low was all i let myself know. yeah i had locked my heart, i was imprisoned by dark. you found me dressed in black, hiding way up at the back. life had broken my heart into pieces, you took my hand in yours, you started breaking down my walls and you covered my heart in kisses. i thought life passed me by, missed my tears, ignored my cries, life had broken my heart, my spirit, and then you crossed my path. you quelled my fears, you made me laugh then you covered my heart in kisses.
pretty girl // maggie lindemann
somedays i'm broke, somedays i'm rich. somedays i'm nice, somedays i can be a bitch. somedays s'm strong, somedays i quit. i don't let it show, but i've been through some shit. i can swear, i can joke, i say what's on my mind. if i drink, if i smoke, i keep up with the guys and you'll see me holding up my middle finger to the world. fuck your ribbons and your pearls 'cause i'm not just a pretty girl. i'm more than just a number, i'm a hater, i'm a lover, sometimes it's hard for me to show that i'm more than just a title or a comment going viral, there's more to me than people know
i wish you'd walk in again, imagine if you just did. i'd fill you in on the things you missed. oh sleepless night, a grown up man dressed in white, who I thought might just save your life, but he couldn't, so you died. i don't like it, now you're dead. it's not the same when I scratch my own head, i haven't got the nails for it and I know that god doesn't exist and all of the palaver surrounding it, but I like to think you hear me sometimes.