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You paint your lips that funeral red
Smile like Sunday
Eyes like dread
You say my name like it’s a dare
Leave your perfume on my chair
You trace halos on my throat (then pull)
Tell me “boy
You’re beautiful” (cruel)
If loving you is all I’ve got
Guess I’m better off
With a black heart too (oh)
You got a black heart
Pretty little curse in a leather coat
Laughing while you watch every bridge I wrote
Burn down
Burn sharp
Baby
Every cut is your favorite part
And my name’s carved deep
In your black
Black heart