(sunday eve)

and so it goes/

bottom shelf merlot stains

porcelain teeth with a

bloody rouge;

wine drunk and lust-filled and

kissing boys to pass the time.

The Whores of Babylon,

the whores of the midnight sun;

million dollar babies, yeah

we kiss boys to pass the time.

I’ll paint you with my lipstick

and let you pull my hair, but

I’ll set you on fire and

leave you to rot

before midnight.

papa says I have to come back to heaven

before midnight,

or he’ll take back my wings.

we are the angels of rotted dreams;

million dollar babies, yeah

we kiss boys

just

to pass

the

time.