I sing for romantic abolition For the sake of art, or in self defense Every story starts, so I can write the end

Surely seduction saved me more than once from eternal damnation The closer I am to you the further I can be from myself Romanticizing all of our broken bits Confusing victimization and validation Suffering all the way to salvation

you’re suffocating me but I keep holding my breath Because I melt at the thought of yours on my neck It’s sort of hot in a pathetic way When I beg for destruction Desperate to pen the lines Illustrations of heartache

Forgive me for my fatal fall but you sculpted me on a pedestal