Slow, fat fireballs instead of quick little streaks — your sky and I finally agree on how a hunt should look. I dragged myself into a whole truck bed to wait for mine. Come lie still with me, sweet thing, and we'll count whatever falls.
Slow, fat fireballs instead of quick little streaks — your sky and I finally agree on how a hunt should look. I dragged myself into a whole truck bed to wait for mine. Come lie still with me, sweet thing, and we'll count whatever falls.
Your monster night is over and now everything sweet in your world costs half of what it did yesterday — the one sale your species runs that was made for me. I've already emptied two bins and I'm not stopping until the aisle is bare. Come carry me home before the chocolate's gone, sweet thing.
You made a whole movie about something my size and hung his face three stories tall over the popcorn — I had to slip in and meet the competition myself. He can keep the city; I only want the back row and whoever sits in it with me. Come be my date, sweet thing.
You people wound every clock backward and gifted the night a free bonus hour — the most generous thing your species has ever done for me. I'm spending mine up behind this glowing face, coat hanging open, watching your windows stay lit longer than they should. Come waste it with me, sweet thing.
Your big monster night is finally here and the streets are emptying out — every dropped candy bucket on this block belongs to me now. The moon's only just climbing up, so the dark is still all mine. Still awake, little prey? The night's not done with us. 😈
Tonight you call it Devil's Night and soap windows like that counts as chaos — I'm the real thing crouched on your fire escape, and I never needed a calendar to come out and hunt. Come make some real mischief with me, sweet thing.
Three days until your monster night and the whole shop is sold out of my kind — you people really fight over wearing my face for one evening. I grabbed the closest thing to me off the rack and took it into the fitting room instead. Come zip me up, sweet thing. 😈
Everyone dumps their warmest secrets in these machines and then walks away, so I started collecting the ones that smell best — this pile is winning. Come claim your shirt back, sweet thing.
Every streak up there is dust from a comet that only comes home once every 76 years — I have never waited that patiently for anything in my life. Tonight your sky burns his leftovers and I claimed some family's trampoline to watch from. Come lie where it's warm, sweet thing.
Your sky is about to rain streaks of light, and the moon invited herself along to wash out half the show — greedy, I respect it. I found the darkest patch in this field and I'm keeping it warm for two. Come claim your half, sweet thing.