Indigo

Wearing red lipstick

Like the killer of men
And if she cant kill them
She fucks them again
Shes got a little black book
Full of desperate sinners
Like bloody handprints
On the bathroom mirror

When you are with her

you're somebody else

she wants you to fuck her

like you hate yourself

She's got something in her pocket

if you're trying to get high

and thoughts in her mind

if you want to die.

She asks me to stay,
she hates being alone

and I always do,

I never want to go home.

When you are with her
you're somebody else
she wants you to fuck her
because she hates herself