listless apprehension with dancing feet
pouting away in the backseat
messages dry on the concrete
girls proclaiming that i am sweet
but i am a vicious vampire
leading my very own choir
listen as our voices go higher
your pretty neck we desire
oh the morning is quite alright
please don't be so uptight
showing no fear with pure delight
confrontations we shall incite
sleeping alone in the dusty attic
this rush of blood is fantastic
all signs of caring remain static
meaningless yet so melodramatic
wait for the lights to move
itching for the chance to groove
and if they do not approve
there is nothing left to prove
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