Tattoo Grrl

She sees herself in little black lines

This is not meant to be

She finds herself in little black words

When her world's gone out to sea

She's a fever i don't want to avoid

It seems like she will still be standing

When the world's destroyed

And we could talk for hours

Yeah we could talk for hours

In little black lines

There's a heart here with a hole in the middle

Ripe and ready for your poison

Skin's a patterned fever

She's a fever

And you're a fever i don't wanna avoid.

She reads between all enemy lines

Just to see what she can see

On the street she serves up her little black heart

Says 'the world thinks out loud, and then there's me.'

But the pretty girls write all over the hands of their boys

We stand apart while the world's destroyed

And we talk for hours

Yeah we talk for hours

Going over the little black lines

Read between all the lines; little colorful lines

Oh, black ley lines; my skin's on fire; you're telling me to run

But i can't leave cuz it's down to me, and there's singing to be done

Oh, pretty girls write prophecies all over the hands of their boys

But we stand apart while our lovely blue world is destroyed

And we talk for hours

Yeah we talk for hours

Going over the little black lines.

There's a heart here inked over

With the lines of learning

Your patterned skin's a fever

And you're a fever

I don't wanna avoid.