oh my god
Today the world woke up
oh, baby
Let's go to the royal gardens
To pluck the blossoms of heat and darkness
Your face is pale
You're a scar-faced angel
(You've used up your daily portion of love)
The princess touches you
As if you were a fragile statue
A fool wrapped in marble
Whispering soothing words to you
You don't know whether to trust her
or yourself
So at least believe in death
I'll protect you from her
I'll save you from beauty
I want to lie next to you
and not know whose hand is mine
I want to braid your hair
I want to write countless
confused poems about you
I feel love
it's not yours
But of life
They want to destroy us
But I don't know who or how
I just know that the princess
keeps touching your lips
Let's go get the flowers
Let's bring them to our graves
(if no one's able to put a little love there)
