If it looks like I'm laughing I'm really just asking to leave.Oh, you little red girl.
You can’t hear me when I hear you.
You can’t smell the way I do.
You poor, poor trusting nightingale.
Mother watching you leave from the door.
Pins and needles, nails and tacks.
Choose a path and I’ll beat you back.
Her poor, poor trusting nightingale.
The door swings soft, her blood tastes aged and sweet.
Not as sweet as yours as I wait to meet,
My prize my hunt my prey
My poor, poor trusting nightingale.
What big eyes I have, just to watch you tremble.
What bit ears I have, just to savor your voice’s sweet tenor.
What big teeth I have…
What big teeth indeed.
You can’t hear me when I hear you.
You can’t smell the way I do.
You poor, poor trusting nightingale.
Mother watching you leave from the door.
Pins and needles, nails and tacks.
Choose a path and I’ll beat you back.
Her poor, poor trusting nightingale.
The door swings soft, her blood tastes aged and sweet.
Not as sweet as yours as I wait to meet,
My prize my hunt my prey
My poor, poor trusting nightingale.
What big eyes I have, just to watch you tremble.
What bit ears I have, just to savor your voice’s sweet tenor.
What big teeth I have…
What big teeth indeed.
<3 emo
