In the hands of a distant lover, the weapon is a phone

Look away the sky is burning, you're alone

Like trying to bite my own teeth, i'm lovelorn

Like a sadist who cries for mercy at the touch of a rose

But i don't wanna feel your touch of stone

If it all burns tonight then i had a ball

Till the butterflies in my stomach are all gone

We's promised halves and i'll find my one

Still we'll all die alone

We'll all die alone

Till the butterflies are gone

We'll all die alone

Would Annabelle Lee write the same about Poe?

Public transport day dreams about you

A femme fatale with lingerie and anxiety

Let's play a game of Russian roulette

How bad could it be?

When's the moon's shift's ending and the dreamers can't sleep

Resenting the masses for they muddy the water to make it seem deep

You're on your knees again

But your god isn't here

No your god is not here