Perfume Veins

I let the flowers wilt to perfume veins; potpourri ribcage,
Each petal pressed between my lips,
Paper cut spill the blood I gave.
Oh, I've wept 'till cooler fades,
All I see's grey but who's to blame?
This goddamned curse will land me in a hearse.
Did my name get stuck in the dent of your frown?
Have you lost all hope? Collapse, choke, drown.
I really let you down again, again, again,
Just like the times before
When you called me a whore, and slam the door
But you call me back crying' in the morning
For more, more, more than I can give.
Walking on needles and pins; swallowed by all my sins
Nimble knees but my corpse is frail,
Got dirt beneath my fingernails.
All hail the queen of lonely games,
I ain't got no fucking shame.
Don't want your fame,
Got a fortune set out in stone.
Hands always cold; I'm brittle to the bone.
Alone in the night dressed in all black,
Lay down on a train track.
My heart is an avalanche; boom crash crash