sweet dreams, beautiful nightmares

want him bad

once upon a time,

or in the middle of july–

i met this cute little guy,

likes me for being shy.

we don't talk too much,

but i don't care too less;

i'm high with his touch,

he's my favorite drug.

then he's busy at his work,

he starved me with his words;

sent him letters, i highly doubt

he know the plans we talked about.

but he's a total fun

in times where i'm a mess,

can't let him good for gone

for he knows i'm quite insane.

i want to be the one,

hold his red, bloody heart;

i want to meet his friends,

crossed the ones i couldn't trust.

i want to cook him food,

make him feel real good;

i want to meet his mom,

have drinks with his dad.

i want all of his love,

let him know there's no one;

want him to kiss my lips,

bleed it 'til it dry.

i want him bad,

so fucking bad–

want him to be anxious,

in times i'm not around.

i want him bad,

it's making me mad–

want him to feel sorry,

want to gaslight him so bad.

can't afford sweet revenge,

wanted him to taste my lips–

he makes me happy then i'm sad,

guess that's the way,

i want him bad.

i'll want him again,

again, again–

despite the pain;

i want him back,

i want him mad,

i want him bad.