Painted nails.

Painted nails never looked so good.
Hands slipped into every one of them.
Curls dangling at your exposed collar.
They'll bounce with every step and move.
Every face is caked with a cherry on top.
The true identity never shows through.
Charm and looks lets you get your way.
Now choke upon the words that you use.
They don't need this, and they don't need you.

We'll run away.

When collar bones and hip bones are exposed the mind goes crazy. With a kiss placed upon my lips, everything gets thrown. We're still seventeen. Let's live this through with no regrets while we still can. The big bad world is going to get us one day. We'll run away though. Let me take your hand. Let me embrace your fragile body. Let me be your hero. I'll get us out. We'll run away...