She pins you to hotel doors—
not a goddess anymore,
but she still looks like religion in high heels.
She kisses you godless. Whispers,We dress like princesses to go out and kill kings.
things get too straight i can’t bear it i feel stuck - stuck on a pin i’m trying to break in oh i know it’s not for me
but the sight of it all makes me sad and ill that’s when i want some weird sin
that’s when i want some weird sin just to relax with yeah some dumb, weird sin for a while anyway with my head on the ledge that’s what you get out on the edge some weird sin