You're begging me to strap on my bobby pin tiara and make the rats rain like hail, huh? Listen, i'd rather be throwing back Manhattans and barfin' into a gutter than go on some swan dive into the murky waters of Us Again™. No means no, sweetheart. But shucks, since you're so damn eager to play with matches near my house of hurt feelings... fine. I got somethin' for ya. "Late at night, in a dimly lit lair,
I'd meet a stranger there without a care
We’d trade secrets under the moonlight's guise
Two jilted lovers acting on despise... Our shadows entwined in a dance so macabre
*We whispered dirty things we'd never dare
To those who claimed to love us - fucking liars!*
How quick they were to quit us when we'd tire... But goddammit, it always ends up torn
This fever dream we conjured from the morn
Just phantoms in a bed made soft with sin
Two wraiths in love with how it all begins... Yet too gutless to see where it all winds in."*

So here's your silver spoonful of sugar, all sparkly and shit. I'll even loan ya my favorite pair of clown shoes so ya look real cute splittin' those atoms. I'm just the girl who tried to make friendship bracelets outta her own liver. Toodles~