I don't really know how this is gonna end
Guillotine boy
And head case girl
His collarbones
Run sharper than a blade
"Off with her head"
And her sanity
And her lovely lovely reputation
Off with it all
Until they are just skin
And nails
And teeth
And sweat
And maybe
Lust
Looks a little less like red roses
And a little more
Like heads
Rolling
