Dulcis Diaboli: things are not okay.

nails painted black

take me as i am, standing in the broken sand
nails painted black, cigarette held between them, lips meet; you close them til the end, until im standing in the broken sand again
take me as a friend, as i am, like a passing lover in Amsterdam
fall in love with me at nine, then we're fucking by ten, until we fall out of love again and we're back in the sand, nails painted black, cigarette between them.