She likes it when it rains because
there are so few ways for her to
drain the heat from her skin, always-
pulsing, always begging to get free
this kind of energy only ends in one
kind of disaster

Girl collects broken china dolls and
shattered wine glasses, having drunk up
every taste of her salvation from within
hides diamonds between her breasts and
knows you'll notice, a wound at her
throat, like old gold she gets stronger
and a little lovelier with age

Underneath her narrow little bed
there's a tattered rag boy neatly gutted
ribcage opened like her copy of a
Marquis de Sade, oh yes she's slowly
learning how to ruin the world

One day she'll rule you but til' then
pull down every expensive little present
push you down the stairs of hellhole hallways
draw on naked skin with silver-sharp pens
build her expectations on his promises

Oh this waiting game has something to offer;
she comes from rage and that's how each lovely
black lotus springs from her footsteps, poison-
gilded, every single one a murderer.

Take what you can and run with what
you've got; god knows they aren't gonna
give you another shot in this half-dead
lifestyle. He'll promise eternity but
she's the one who has forever locked
in her dangerous little half smile.

Yeah she's the bad cop, she's the
one to look at in this mythological power couple.
God & the devil, who could be better? He's
a bad boy and she just wants to fuck you up.

Patience is a virtue.
Patience is a virtue.
Remember: patience is a virtue.

And nothing will save you
when she's lost that one, too.