Disclaimer: BtVS belongs to Joss, the song is 'Cherry Bomb' by Ash and
belongs to Tim Wheeler, from the album Free All Angels (which I would
advise anyone to get, it's top!)
AN: I heard the lyrics to this song and I thought "Faith" and then "Drusilla", but I couldn't decide which one to use. And no, I'm not going to tell you. Read the damn fic!! :)
PERFECTION'S UGLY SIDE
((teenage queen a sweet gamine immortal youth a libertine is she real or just a dream))
She walks past this same spot every night. I can see her from this place, perched on the windowsill on the fifth storey of a six level disused apartment block. The room smells faintly of urine and
other stuff. but when she walks by you can ignore that. Cause she takes you away to another place where everything's great and she loves you. a place where you're the most important thing and the rooms all smell like
sweet perfume. I don't know how old she is. too young for an old guy like me who lives in a piss soaked apartment block that even the rats look down on but I can dream. I always have.
((everytime that she walks by sends shivers down my spine makes me want to die))
When I see her I know there are better things out there. than this. better than this. But there's no way I'll ever have them. I'm doomed to this existence; to being this person that will never know a woman or youth again. My days of contact with both are over and when there's nothing to look forward to. shouldn't you just give up?
((she is out there on her own perfection in her chromosones she walks by I need to know her blood red lips as soft as snow))
But perfection has its ugly side. saw that tonight. when she was walking by she stopped this guy. I don't know what she wanted from him. the time, maybe? but when he stopped she grabbed him and. I don't know. seemed to be sucking from his neck. biting him. but she was so small.
This big guy and he couldn't struggle against this weak little woman. crazy. perfection's ugly side.
((she's a cherry bomb she's a bullet in my head pull the trigger and I'm dead))
She's trouble. big trouble. I knew that when I saw the man slump to the ground and saw her run off. dancing kinda. She's a killer and I don't care. on a downward spiral and there's no way to stop. I'm falling down this rabbit hole and the jaws are wide at the bottom. but there's nothing I can do.
((when she walks across the floor electric shock and my heart is raw is she real or just a dream
my heart beats fast like benzedrine))
So I'm walking down the stairs. check the time. She'll be walking past like she always does. and I'll finally see her. face to face. and after tonight I'll never watch her from the windowsill again. this time it won't be through glass. it'll be face to face. teeth to neck.
((she's a cherry bomb she's a bullet in my head))
perfection's ugly side is heading towards me on this dark street. won't be mourned by the stares I meet. don't want to run, don't want to hide. i'm ready for the dying and ready now to die.
((pull the trigger and I'm dead))
perfection's ugly side.
AN: I heard the lyrics to this song and I thought "Faith" and then "Drusilla", but I couldn't decide which one to use. And no, I'm not going to tell you. Read the damn fic!! :)
PERFECTION'S UGLY SIDE
((teenage queen a sweet gamine immortal youth a libertine is she real or just a dream))
She walks past this same spot every night. I can see her from this place, perched on the windowsill on the fifth storey of a six level disused apartment block. The room smells faintly of urine and
other stuff. but when she walks by you can ignore that. Cause she takes you away to another place where everything's great and she loves you. a place where you're the most important thing and the rooms all smell like
sweet perfume. I don't know how old she is. too young for an old guy like me who lives in a piss soaked apartment block that even the rats look down on but I can dream. I always have.
((everytime that she walks by sends shivers down my spine makes me want to die))
When I see her I know there are better things out there. than this. better than this. But there's no way I'll ever have them. I'm doomed to this existence; to being this person that will never know a woman or youth again. My days of contact with both are over and when there's nothing to look forward to. shouldn't you just give up?
((she is out there on her own perfection in her chromosones she walks by I need to know her blood red lips as soft as snow))
But perfection has its ugly side. saw that tonight. when she was walking by she stopped this guy. I don't know what she wanted from him. the time, maybe? but when he stopped she grabbed him and. I don't know. seemed to be sucking from his neck. biting him. but she was so small.
This big guy and he couldn't struggle against this weak little woman. crazy. perfection's ugly side.
((she's a cherry bomb she's a bullet in my head pull the trigger and I'm dead))
She's trouble. big trouble. I knew that when I saw the man slump to the ground and saw her run off. dancing kinda. She's a killer and I don't care. on a downward spiral and there's no way to stop. I'm falling down this rabbit hole and the jaws are wide at the bottom. but there's nothing I can do.
((when she walks across the floor electric shock and my heart is raw is she real or just a dream
my heart beats fast like benzedrine))
So I'm walking down the stairs. check the time. She'll be walking past like she always does. and I'll finally see her. face to face. and after tonight I'll never watch her from the windowsill again. this time it won't be through glass. it'll be face to face. teeth to neck.
((she's a cherry bomb she's a bullet in my head))
perfection's ugly side is heading towards me on this dark street. won't be mourned by the stares I meet. don't want to run, don't want to hide. i'm ready for the dying and ready now to die.
((pull the trigger and I'm dead))
perfection's ugly side.