A pale brunette walks by with braces.
And immediately I am intrigued.
I've seen her before, but only just once.
She had the purest eyes I've ever seen.
They peered through my soul.
Made my chest cavity feel like it was filled with gold.
I won't know if she notices me.
I don't know if she notices me.
Notice me...

The static sings celestial.
"My arms are your arms.
Second guessing the outcome before there ever was one.
Possessed. Enraptured.
I am a slave to her ghost.
I can feel her breath passing through the noose.
"I've been worshiping you."

She sighs so heavily.
Why should she ever be drawn to me?
The dreamcatcher on her ribs sings an epic.
The colored lines on my wrist don't prove that I exist.
Raw beauty, under the guise of a goddess.
Let me wear you like a crown.Incite the masses to riot.
You're setting fire to tapestries, unwound.
Let me walk right through your door.
Forget the reason we came here.
Let's just go to sleep, indefinitely.

The static sings celestial.
"My arms are your arms.
Second guessing the outcome before there ever was one.
Enslaved, I'm captured.
I'm a carrier to your host.
Put parasites in me if it's to set you free.

The more teeth you have inside your mouth, the tougher it is to eventually swallow.
Don't make this a reason. Purge the victim.
Contradict yourself and take it slowly.
Wait. This house of mirrors has a secret.
If reflections break through, will we see them?
We are both just spirits. We are lesser poison.
Are we ghosts or are we echoes?

"I've been worshiping you."
"No, you haven't. I wouldn't be worth it."
"I've been worshiping you."
"Stop lying. It's quite unattractive."
"I've been worshiping you."
"You fail at being modest."