you invited yourself along to try and become a part of the action.. (wild nights always intrigued you) weary eyes and troubled souls greeted you and your ugly little dress at the hotel door. and you giggled your superficial little giggle and flashed some glimmery white teeth. (a night's enjoyment without a cost) and i'm sitting here, feeling sorry for myself because i know you. and i reek of gasoline, but i can't seem to find a match in this mess of emotions. and i remember how i used to cry at the sight of my demons.. but when they left, i mourned my great loss. and now that they're back i feel quite invincible against your stupid, girlish charm.
