all over you… 

sugar and porcelain,

 i’m the one that you need

you get everything you want from me

you get some fantasies

now baby, don’t you fall in love

you know i’ll never say no

and maybe

it’s the only thing i know

and i won’t stop till’ it’s over

won’t stop till’ you’re over

won’t stop, so come over

every girl i know

tastes just like porcelain

more than the girl before,

sugar and porcelain

now baby, don’t you fall in love

you know you’re never alone

and maybe

it’s the only way to go

let me taste you, sugar and porcelain

i want some time with you again..

all i want is to waste some time with sugar and porcelain

all i want is to waste some time with sugar and porcelain

Before you read the following: be aware of your feelings as a reader, listener, and contestant in the lyrics to the newest Belladonna song. Pay close attention to where the lyrics take you. Gender is transcendent in nature, and with the lyrics i am aiming for the piece within us that is both feminine and masculine, heterosexual and homosexual.

This is not a song

                  about a boy and girl,

a girl and a girl,                    boy and a boy,

                    it’s about us. :

she’s dressed in violence

danced with the moon

but she gets so quiet

when she’s next to you

and i’m alive to be with you

stay out all night, somewhere new

we’ll find a light, pick a room

and it must be a lie to be with you

and it must be a lie

on a…

saturday night, just you and i

tell him goodnight, but never goodbye

cause it’s not the end of the world 

it’s just the boy in a girl 

she’s so young, she’s not broken hearted

must be the boy in a girl

we’re in love, and beside our bodies

we’re just a boy and a girl

we’re so numb, we’re back where we started

but it’s not the end of the world

saturday night, just you and i

tell him goodnight, but never goodbye

cause it’s not the end of the world

it’s just the boy in a girl

and everyone is standing still, the mirrors on the strangers faces with eyes like mine. The smiles i buy, the acceptance i sell. The memory is flawed, flawed as that cut on my forehead that reminds me what it was like to run. There is a girl in california, with the expressions that can curve their way into my crippled heart, fill the lines with treasure, give the electric tremor some salt. I want to dance with her. I think i will. I used to dream about the girl that would stand atop the universe with her head held high, the girl walking on air. I wanted to be that air, so i can collapse her lungs and give her life when her lips opened again. Now i don’t know if i want anyone at all. The girl singing along in the background, singing a song we didn’t write. She moves along her own way and staring at the sun seems to be the only way to play safe. 

Just You And I

Kissing the Guys

That’d Dress us in White

Cause it’s

Not

The End of the World

the chubby child holding closely to the wall as if he is the only thing holding the world on its spinning shoulders, as the gasoline figure inhales the last breath of hope his foggy eyes don’t want to see, sitting blindly with eyelashes from japan, the oriental flavored russian roulette camouflaged in french romance twirls her fingers on the curls of my marlboro hair.

i swear i’m trying my hardest to learn how to breathe underwater,

but the temptation to spit at you overwhelms me. 

and without boundary, the albatross hung naked but we dared not look above.