Your fingertips create little points of light everywhere they touch, leaving trails of stardust on my skin, in my hair. You're the best thing that ever happen to me, since coffee with cream. His throat is gone, your insides are out. Her brain is on the wall, I broke their hearts. The child is in a closet, quivering in fear. Standing here in my thrift store accessories. My three-dollar shoes & hand-me-down shirt. I'm a little nervous, a little insecure. There's nothing I can say you haven't already heard.