Walking barefoot
in the huntington sands
Waves crashing against
my girlish feet
You were my drug
in the desert
My peyote shaman
guiding my trip
You made the violence romantic
You made the violence romantic
Spiraling downward
out of control
Move again
and you'll smack me some more
I was just 19
you took my violence viginity
never been hit
but its ok
you licked my
wounds
brush my hair from my face
took my hand
and here we are
in the huntington sands
walking side by side
as the sirens sing
the song of crashing waves to us
you made the violence romantic
you made the violence romantic
You were a beautiful dream
made from nightmares
clumsy + crazy
bruises + big lips
but you fucked
my pain away
the very next day
you made the violence romantic
and now you hold my hand
in huntington sands
