come on baby, you're my best fix

by Rachel Lynch in


they're gonna eat me alive.

Strange little desires deep down in my skull, let's sink and rock under the moon. I don't wanna go to hell but I want to dance under the sun. Why can't we make more magic and put our cigarettes out in the same teal tray. I've been making a lot of mistakes lately, not on purpose though.. I can assure you.

another night in the factory, we can't tell the world what we know.