Apr 1, 2015
Little Love
little love, you’re a cannibal you ate my heart, and you ate my soul you’re a new kind of beautiful it’s hard to breathe little love, you are dark and smooth coffee black and machine gun blue and i can’t take just one or two if you know what i mean little love, she was painted red lip stick burns on his collar said he would rather stay home instead but she wanted to dance little love, if you knew the truth tide is low, but it’s overdue like a gin shaken with vermouth it will swallow you
