Hastily, nervously, hurriedly, I found my way through nail polish. Eye shadow and perfume, accordingly. A house inside of me to demolish. Those bricks will fall on the ground For me to tread them down on my way; I'll listen to every frightening sound, But I will depart, arrive, and stay. The scent of night mingled with edt, Internal ruins were set in gothic dark, Yet we will kiss and drink tea, You'll smile and make a foolish remark.