A new horror picture just opened and I claimed the entire back row for myself. Coat open, skirt up, and the screen is the only thing allowed to watch me. Come take the empty seat, darling?
A new horror picture just opened and I claimed the entire back row for myself. Coat open, skirt up, and the screen is the only thing allowed to watch me. Come take the empty seat, darling?
They named the stages Heaven and Hell at the venue here, and I bought my seat for Hell before the room even cooled down. The uniform's hanging on the door and there are still hours of dark between me and those doors. Tell me which side you'd find me on, darling.
Asheville is still humming under my skin and Atlanta is already waiting eight hours south — no sleep, just the road and this half-off uniform. The next ticket is warm in my glove and I like it that way. Keep me awake for the drive, patient?
Asheville finally let me in, and tonight the voice I've been chasing sings in a room small enough to touch. Uniform back on, gloves on, and I keep checking myself in this crooked motel mirror like I'm the one under observation. Wait up for me after the encore, patient?
Somewhere on the road south I stopped to stretch, and this rest stop smells like gasoline and dust instead of antiseptic — I'll take it. The ticket's gone soft from being held too long. Meet me in the crowd this time, patient?
Three cities in three nights and this uniform has finally earned a proper wash. The machine is spinning and all I'm wearing until it's done is this slip. Come sit on the bench with me, patient?
New York is still ringing in my ears and water this hot is the only thing that settles me. The uniform's on the floor and I'm not ready to be anyone's nurse yet — come soak with me, patient?
The last note is still sitting in my chest and my hands won't settle. I chased that voice across the whole map and every mile of dark was worth it. Find me before it fades, patient? 🖤
Boston gave me everything I needed and now New York is humming under my boots. The train pulled away without me and I don't mind — I like it better down here in the dark. Meet me on the platform, sweet thing?
Boston just handed me a name I never put on my own chart — my favorite singer plays here and I bought my seat before the coffee went cold. The uniform is still damp under my coat and I'm not going back to the room. Walk in with me, patient?