Dying is Your Latest Fashion
you know you love all the lies
Her jeans were always ripped in all the trendy places and her hair was always dyed all the cool colors, but sometimes, that just wasn't enough.
She smoked cigarettes and stayed skinny 'cause she just wouldn't eat. She hated the taste of cigarettes, hated the way menthol made her tongue tingle and how it made her hair and clothes smell, and she hated how hungry she felt and how her stomach growled in the middle of the night.
Though she hated all of this, she carried on with her two packs and zero calories a day because there was nothing else to do. There was something deeper than that, though. She wanted to kill herself, but was too much of a pussy to carry through with it too soon. She wanted to do it slowly and look fashionable while she did it.
She wanted to live fast and die pretty, but mainly, dying was her latest fashion. Soon enough her $5.19 pack of Marlboro Reds and strict water diet would be forgotten and she'd be on to the next thing.
She smoked cigarettes and stayed skinny 'cause she just wouldn't eat. She hated the taste of cigarettes, hated the way menthol made her tongue tingle and how it made her hair and clothes smell, and she hated how hungry she felt and how her stomach growled in the middle of the night.
Though she hated all of this, she carried on with her two packs and zero calories a day because there was nothing else to do. There was something deeper than that, though. She wanted to kill herself, but was too much of a pussy to carry through with it too soon. She wanted to do it slowly and look fashionable while she did it.
She wanted to live fast and die pretty, but mainly, dying was her latest fashion. Soon enough her $5.19 pack of Marlboro Reds and strict water diet would be forgotten and she'd be on to the next thing.