if I crash on the couch, can I sleep in my clothes? 'cause I spent the night dancing, I'm drunk, I suppose
Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands, drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo
can you see? my eyes are shining bright, 'cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak
I'm at this old hotel, but can't tell if I've been breathing or sleeping, or screaming or waiting for the man to call and maybe all of the above
