phobos (Because why not?)
BADASS SCARE COUPLE FTW YAASSSSSSSS even though we’ve never had a phobos :(
first meeting: polar bear - king charles
Cold white skin she’s as pure as an angelA vision of a maiden with a touch of the devilCold hands upon you sink into your coreShe’s pure as the driven snow, I’m sureShe’s the anchor ‘round your neck when you try to swimShe’s a snake that’llLead you to the apple of sinSliding serpent, creature of hellMany times she’s come for me, I know her well
becoming lovers: tear you apart - she wants revenge
And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the danceHer hand brushed up against his, she left it thereTold him how she felt and then they locked in a stareThey took a step back, thought about it, what should they doCause theres always repercussions when you’re dating in schoolBut their lips met, and reservations started to passWhether this was just an evening or a thing that would lastEither way he wanted her and this was badWanted to do things to her it was making him crazyNow a little crush turned into a likeAnd now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell herI want to hold you closeSkin pressed against me tightLie still, and close your eyes girlSo lovely, it feels so rightI want to hold you closeSoft breath, beating heartAs I whisper in your earI wanna fucking tear you apart
breaking up: baby came home - the neighbourhood
So baby packed up all she had,Promised to never come back,She left me alone and without,Skin i could study about,Tiles get colder to touch,Wood splinters, metal will rust,But baby, she had all my trust,And I guess that was never enoughThinking about herShe’s gone all the timeI think if you found herThat even you would know she’s mine.
working it out: ghosts - pvris
You’re the one at the foot of my bed trying to keep me alive at night.Using words as a comforter you said, “I don’t wanna fight, I don’t wanna fight.”But they, they sink into my skin,Pushing you out just to make their way in.I’ve grown sick of this fight so frequent.If you can’t help it then I’ll push you away.Why can’t you stay?I’m up against these things I can’t see.They don’t compare.Make me believe, make me believe.
I’m sorry I keep pushing. I’m sorry I keep pushing.Now you’re up against the ghosts in my head
happily ever after: future starts slow - the kills
No longing for the moonlightNo longing for the sunNo longer will I curse the bad I’ve doneIf there’s a time when your feelings gone, I wanna feel itYou can holler, you can wailYou can blow what’s left of my right mindYou can swing, you can flailYou can blow what’s left of my right mindI don’t mind