Stilettos scratching against my marblestone floor
Theres a knock on my door, but I cant really tell
If it's real, fake, or that voice in my head
The one who tells me at night "The worlds awake somewhere
And the sound won't go on forever
But I'll be here beside you in however form you'd like
I'm the strobe lights in your dirty dreams"
They say it's okay to talk to yourself
But I don't think I'm myself sometimes
It's just the nightlife crawling under my skin
Television that whispers sweet nothings in my ear
Me, in my hot pink fishnets
One latex heel in the real world, another in my fantasies
"Hold on tight, I'm here to drive you insane
I've got more up my sleeve than just painkillers
But I'll be here beside in however form I'd prescribe
I'm the jackknives in your dirty dreams"
Can these acrylic nails scratch down any deeper?
What a twisted, bitter summer I've lived
I'm not sure who keeps ringing my doorbell
But I'll find someone real to compensate for my lost mind
And I hear you every time, I'd lie if I said I didn't like it
"I'm working the graveyard shift and god, I say you run
I'd never hurt you, find out what goes on around midnight
I'll be here beside you in whatever choice you make
I'm the new pretty face in your dirty dreams"
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