A Vampire from pussy willow by kitchen

I thought a kiss was dry and bright
like wine that's cold and golden white
but close your eyes the way you might,
the amber falls down out of sight.

To be in your world.

Tell me what I oughta know,
hot hands that fumble in the cold.
Blushing with that shameful glow;
a heart entombed in pissed on snow.

To be in your world,
to put it lightly,
would be strange.

Don't start that it hurts.
Brand new year again:
snow falls and I learn
nothing.

Young and dumb and full of blood I shed you now. We were cutting out snowflakes on your couch. I will be Victoria's boy at your door. I'll bring the Christmas tree around.

• Soundtrack
• quiet
• Rochester