Abandon All Grace Here

I wore my sins like velvet lace, Then set your garden all ablaze. I never once said I was kind-- I only promised not to mind. The chandelier you loved? It fell. I laughed and called it “doing well.” Your rules were quaint, but far too tight-- I loosened them with fire and bite. Abandon all grace here, my dear-- The wine is sharp, the end is near. The guests are ghosts, the cake’s a knife-- Let’s toast to your once-perfect life. I dance in boots of shattered glass, My lipstick’s poison, bold as brass. The night is young, the mess is mine-- Now smile, love. You’re doing fine.