I Liked You Better From a Distance, With Your Clothes Off

Wildfires in my condemned heart Spread like infections in the shallow dark of my hopelessly desperate bedroom Lit firecrackers hanging from the corners of my melancholy sheets Like romantic candlesticks with deceptive intentions Ready to pull me apart into their flames She said She’ll never love me, it always dies at my open door I’m just a maniac who will never get past the blinds So I shouldn’t waste my time Or my breath Lipstick and blush stains on my eyes Under my thin skin and all over my heart attack Bury me beneath my bed While perfume drugs me and goes to my head I’ll be just fine with my dreams of her pretty little figure dropping dead