Oh, how it hurts to blink-
(But oh how it glistens)
All that glitters isn't gold,
It's the glass of our shattered lives
Still starstruck in our bloodshot eyes
(We've been playing hearts like terrible songs
We wish we had never written)
Sometimes inspiration is ugly,
But the street is beautiful to me
It's as close as your next heartbeat
With the painful satisfaction of tomorrow's tattoo
We're the sparse characters of this alleyway fairy tale
We bleed sex, drugs, and vodka
From wounds of rock and roll
Children of the night like liquid black
In the streetlight
(Boys will be girls)
The pierced preteen with a face of eyeliner,
With the aftertaste kiss of sin and lies
For once the truth escapes her teeth's prison:
"I haven't done half the things I've said I've done"
Me either baby, I've done twice more.
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