Dragon Tears On Designer Jeans

Gold fangs on a plastic crown

Late night scrolling through my doubt

I ride a broomstick made of broken screens and bad routines

Phone glow halo on my face

I text the moon then ghost myself

My heart a tiny dungeon full of half read dreams

Every spell I cast just pings and fails

I keep my smile on read and my wounds in tales

Dragon tears on designer jeans

Drip drip where nobody sees

I’m an emo witch on a empty street

Singing sad spells over a toxic beat

Dragon tears on designer jeans

Say you love me then you leave the scene

Black nail polish chipped like trust

Your voice still sleeps in my hoodie hood

You sold forever for a weekend and a screenshot flex

I feed my doubts like hungry pets

They lick the static in my chest

I chase your shadow through my un sent texts

Every promise cracked like cheap gold rings

I swing my fears like swords at things

Dragon tears on designer jeans

Drip drip where nobody sees

I’m an emo witch on a empty street

Singing sad spells over a toxic beat

Dragon tears on designer jeans

Say you love me then you leave the scene