The world of vampires is always filled with blood, sex, and impossible decisions.
So is mine.
But I’m still very much alive
brandishing wooden stakes and garlic strings
Its the eyes
those are the ones that always tell stories
sure the words come from the lips
but the lips tend to lie
the smile tends to hide
the eyes never lie
He always fell for the girls
stretched out in their underwear
on foreign cars he could never afford
he always fell for the girls
that couldn’t be bothered to remove their sunglasses in a dark room
Well your teeth are a bit crooked
and you always smell like grease and stale cigarette smoke
but I don’t mind
as long as you carry me up that hill over yonder
and you always turn that crooked smile on me first
before the rest of the world
Everyone should die in the arms of someone they love
But no one should have to watch someone they love die
What a dilemma
So is mine.
But I’m still very much alive
brandishing wooden stakes and garlic strings
Its the eyes
those are the ones that always tell stories
sure the words come from the lips
but the lips tend to lie
the smile tends to hide
the eyes never lie
He always fell for the girls
stretched out in their underwear
on foreign cars he could never afford
he always fell for the girls
that couldn’t be bothered to remove their sunglasses in a dark room
Well your teeth are a bit crooked
and you always smell like grease and stale cigarette smoke
but I don’t mind
as long as you carry me up that hill over yonder
and you always turn that crooked smile on me first
before the rest of the world
Everyone should die in the arms of someone they love
But no one should have to watch someone they love die
What a dilemma
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