starkweather

baby hold your gun
like a babydoll
we'll walk into the bank
smile for the cameras
angled in the corners like
weak-winged angels

you gotta take
what you can get
you gotta go
where the getting's good
baby you gotta be bad
honey you need to be misunderstood

(would you let me
staple money to your body
as a summer dress

would you let your body
bleed out color
for the crime scene slash
autopsy photograph)