Bouquet - Cyanide

At night she dances in her room
In nothing but the light of the moon
He runs his hands all over her
His patience runs thin like his liquor
"Take my hand and lay with me"
He grows in insecurity
She grabs his hand and with a smile
says "Dance with me a little while"
It's not about what she wants
It's about what he needs
She's just a debutante
So he'll force her to her knees
He grabs her wrist and pulls her near
"We both know that's not why I'm here"
It's just another night to him
To her the flame is growing dim
It's not about what she wants
It's about what he needs
It's in the way he haunts
Cyanide in apple seeds
He'll think it's funny
When you ask him "Do you love me?"
Tell me how you think that's fair
Just like mockingbirds
He'll just repeat the words
He'll show her that he doesn't care
It's not about what she wants
It's about what he needs
He'll be your commandant
But you'll never be at ease

Written by:
Noah Lukkari

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