The Headlines

Girl, you are used like the glow of the sunrise
But don't you look cute with that dress off?
My eyes were so consumed,
I must have been confused
Because I swore you were a vampire
When that light hit your disguise
You bit my neck
I bit your thighs
Let's start over

I heard all about you last night
On the front page and the headlines
There's this fire in her eyes that my tongue can't deny
Pull her dark hair aside
Lay her on the mosaic tile
Is there something wrong here? Hell no!
Just kick the door closed
You bit my neck
I bit your thighs
Let's start over

I heard all about you last night
On the front page and the headlines
Blood lust begins
Blood lust must end come daylight
Just close your eyes,
Know that you can't let that light inside
My stomach is sick. I can't feel my legs.
And I've got a mouth full of fucking fangs.

A steamer trunk of things:
A photograph of you and me, locking lips, touching hips
Who would have thought it would come down to this?
Who the hell are we?
A person, a place or a thing?
Well I don't know but I just hope
That I can hide inside this shadow