Prada Body Bag

I laughed at all your jokes when none of them were funny.

Made myself smile on days that weren’t so sunny.

Go dead-broke as I finally have the money.

Expect the world in return from a world that’s never coming.

Pretend that I love you for another year.

Starve myself until I finally disappear.

Your juicy, red veins bleed strawberries.

All these wounds look like they’re self-injuries.

Don’t need your body bad, don’t want your body back.

Fast asleep inside my Prada body bag.

I’ll have my fun, the only fun that isn’t fair.

I’d drown myself until I’m coming up for air.

I never loved you, and I let you think I care.

I turned your heart to stone, then pierced it with my stare.

I’ll say I miss you for another day.

I’ll cut you off until I see another way.

Protect me from myself, I’m sick of my own pain.

Life is like an arcade, and I’m still learning how it’s played.

Make somebody gag, make everybody mad.

Drag me to despair inside my Prada body bag.

I kissed your lips before rinsing out the taste of you.

Detox myself, while purging all the waste from you.

Shove my fingers down my throat, I’m growing sick of this.

I’ve let it all go, but haven’t actually gotten rid of it.

Another day, another reason I can’t have you anymore.

Killed parts of me for you, and now I’m not anymore.

I wouldn’t even try, just know I’m different this time.

Blow a kiss goodbye, I’m really leaving this time.

I had it for ya’ bad, never going back.

cold, unconscious in a Prada body bag.

Guess I’ll chase you for another month now.

I’m not going to break, at least until the Sun’s down.

I’m keeping all my tears inside again.

Kept my circles small, there weren’t enough good sides to them.

So, if I gas you up, please don’t gaslight me.

Many gems don’t know they’re crystals.

I always liked them crazy, but not mad like me.

Red flags fly all around, and dish-out mixed signals.

I’ll fake my love for just another week.

Shit is going down if there’s another breach.

Loose lips are deadly, they all make ships sink.

I led the horse to water, but I failed to make it drink.

I pretend I need you before another moon.

Until my heart stops beating, don’t expect it to soon.

Your pheromone smells just like ethanol.

If your blood were in my mouth, it would taste like alcohol.

My future’s in my hand, the chips stay where they land.

Claustrophobic in my Prada body bag.