xana - queen of the kings.

twenty dollars drinks, the smell of perfume in her bed. she traces lines across my skin and leaves me dancing on the razor's edge. she straightens out her dress and wipes the lipstick off her teeth, you're just a crater of yourself and she's the fallen angel underneath.

I'D DIE IN MY SLEEP
to live in your arms.

twenty dollars drinks, the smell of perfume in her bed. she traces lines across my skin and leaves me dancing on the razor's edge. she straightens out her dress and wipes the lipstick off her teeth, you're just a crater of yourself and she's the fallen angel underneath.

I'D DIE IN MY SLEEP
to live in your arms.

twenty dollars drinks, the smell of perfume in her bed. she traces lines across my skin and leaves me dancing on the razor's edge. she straightens out her dress and wipes the lipstick off her teeth, you're just a crater of yourself and she's the fallen angel underneath.

I'D DIE IN MY SLEEP
to live in your arms.

twenty dollars drinks, the smell of perfume in her bed. she traces lines across my skin and leaves me dancing on the razor's edge. she straightens out her dress and wipes the lipstick off her teeth, you're just a crater of yourself and she's the fallen angel underneath.

I'D DIE IN MY SLEEP
to live in your arms.