Sell your clothes
and go out in the cold
another of the mistake
like i was told
change my mindset
make me dream of Illinois
but sing me to sleep in the Chicago streets
then run me back to Brooklyn
tell me, i reek of cigarettes
and that i’m too drunk to be sound
but hey, the night is not over yet
i’m not just some bitch you can walk around
i put on my lipstick
and a layer of makeup to hide behind
maybe i’ll look out of place
buti know you’ll like this face
this is not my daydream
and it doesn’t feel like a nightmare
i’ll look and still not find it
a reason not to stay under you rain
’17, thats the magic number
the year i found you
’21, the year i was most grateful for
when i wasn’t fun enough for you
now i’m an art angel
dress me up in feathers
let me be the your masterpiece
while i wear the trashiest shit
i weep lightening
but my thunder isn’t loud enough
you tell me to take a pill to make me numb
you only like me when i’m naked and dumb
