The Basilisk

I'll be the girl of your dreams
Until I'm out
Until there's fresh meat
Fist in the fire
When you're angry
You find me
Sweet heat lightning

You want a beer and a shot
I am tender to your flames
You're acting funny,
Sweet basilisk

Red burn on my wrist bone
You were drunk and sent me home
Your eyes are angry
Fangs and smile, say
You're acting funny, tomato skin

And I'm in the gaze of the basilisk
I'm in a restaurant
His little salt lick
I'm in the weeds,
Whatever you need
Its the big rush of the night

I go empty, my body
Is stone in your eyes
She says you only like me as an accessory
She says all I can do is laugh
You're so funny
Heart full of blood
It's just obvious
In the walk-in, his teeth on her skin

I'm doubly flawed in your whiskey gaze
I'll be the girl of your dreams,
Until I'm out, until there's fresh meat
Fist in the fire, when you're angry
You want a beer and a shot
There's blood, but you're smiling



Credits
Writer(s): Hailey Dyer
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