“i wish i had never let go” is that what you want us to say? “come back, i need you” but that isn’t our way

at coups, oh, how we excel stage one whenever we get bored and the consequences they reap? a luxury we will never afford

it’s always for a reason, though or at least so we tell ourselves because what’s another lie to stack up on the shelves?

of course, we’re never the villains good girls who always behave the ones who wrong us burn at the stake just poor souls they couldn’t save

but naturally we’re complicit none of us may go quietly now we must silence you before you think to denounce our final vow

circle you like vultures closing in on their prey you’ve got a mark on your back, honey how i wish there was another way

teeth pierce your flesh and the blood boils over anguished cries you scream better wish upon a clover

some feverish hours later we may emerge from the slaughter licking blood from off the pavement oh, we gulp it down like water

sure, we may feel bad or is it a careful illusion? but temporary is guilt when you live in pure delusion

as one who polishes her fangs could never truly hope to be as innocent as they say she is but for now i guess we’ll agree to disagree.