What the fuck, girl? I don’t wanna talk about that. You wanna know my past. No, I don’t wanna talk about that. See through my face. Past the circle in your head. Let me taste your chest. I wanna know your past. You don’t wanna talk about that. Come here, feel the source. Taste my chemicals. Feel the love and loss. Is this my imagination? I don’t wanna talk about that. No, I don’t wanna talk about that.
