LasVegasAngeles from Sinful Things by Spells and Curses

Like the devil, you’re the worst one.
You give me the first taste.
There’s beauty on the way down,
you could see it post-haste.
You don’t have to wonder why,
you just gotta let it be.
Possibilities, baby.

Put a cover on my eyes, anticipation is crazy.
You know it gets better, better, better.
I know that you go wild and you know no one’s coming to save me.
So it only gets better, better, better.

I come around for the badness,
stick around for the madness, front row seats to you.
She’s not the kind of girl that you wanna meet,
she’s just the kind of girl that you do,
and you know it’s nothing serious.

She’s here to work, work,
she don’t give a damn about you.
She’s got a job, her job, she’s got a job to do.

Space ships and karma, are all I give a fuck about.
Streetlights and armour are all I need to make the route.
And this is what I’m feeling now, send me home full of doubt.
Follow up with a text saying:

“We only get lost at your discretion, alone just you and me.
You’re the only one who understands my nature.
Our way home is off our feet, so I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.”

And I guess I never learn,
all this time and all this effort, you’d think I like getting burned.
But the story on the pages, yeah they all remain unturned.
But I still don’t give a fuck because I know.

Back and forth.
Go to work like a hobby,
connect the dots on her body,
and it ain’t over yet.

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