I’m covered in the ashes of you
I’m pulling out my hair
My arms are bruised
And there’s blood on my palms
But I’m drowning in a bottle of whiskey
Smoking a cigarette laced with cocaine
The air is heavy
And my tights are ripped
But there’s a man holding my waist
And he loves the taste of my salty sweet skin
But I don’t know him
Before tonight I’ve never seen him around
I guess it’s just the pursuit of nothing
To be the girl who will just fool around

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