perhaps it was a lovely coincidence, or maybe she was truly stupid, but whatever the case, she still didn't seem to understand the situation. i wondered faintly, glancing from across the room, if it felt as good as you imagined, to have those old lyrics back on your tongue, to play the strings the way you hadn't in a long while. the booze burned as it made its way down your throat, your fingers tingling and mind muddled and revenge as easy as it gets. this wasn't what it once was and maybe that within itself is a sin and maybe you can't feel your toes and maybe it's all just a one way ticket down, down downdown to hell, and maybe that's just inevitable, to go all down and burn and be nothing but ashes and bones and maybe that's okay, but you're just a stupid blond, what do you know?
