I'll Beat You Up Brat.

I'm such a little kiss up.
A good night liar.
"I want you to want me."
I know you see something more,
Don't lie.
You're not me.

I want to be lucky.
I kiss dice and eat stars,
It seems to have a reverse effect.
Walk under ladders baby,
We're a broken mirrior waiting to crack.

And we could run away,
But it'd do no good.
We're stuck like glue
To a place we've never chosen.
How ironic.
How quaint.

And I'll catch you when you come falling home....


Bedhead.