Sunflowers laced into my braid, Do you think I’m pretty tonight? If you yank my hair, at least rip off the petals one by one, Maybe I can figure you out, Do you love me or not? New perfume, do I smell nice? I made it out from tears shed at late-night cries. I knew you would love the salty scent but.. Maybe look into my eyes sometimes and check if they are not dry? Tight cocktail dress, one of those with a slit skirt, Don’t I have a nice figure? I carved myself yesterday, Some flesh, blood, and dead butterflies. I can’t move but maybe you could hold me tight? Heart-shaped cheeks with wine-red strikes, Scratched out my face like bloodthirsty knights, My nails are filled with pieces of me you don’t like, But maybe pretend your suit is a shining armor just for me once? I brought a rose for you, even took the thorns out. I slashed up my fingers but, At least your jacket will look sharp And maybe if you feel like it, Will you look me in the eye and call me pretty tonight?