Verse 1
Jenny lights the spoon’s last star,
Matches shake in the dark of our stolen car.
"The world’s too loud," she tells the rain,
As the tar climbs up my veins.
Pre-Chorus
We don’t need no future, babe—
The past’s already dug our grave.
("One more hit to kill the fear...")
Chorus
Under the rusted needle sky,
We trade our hands for butterfly wings.
The sirens sing our lullaby,
Two ghosts tied with a smackhead’s string.
Verse 2
Her daddy’s belt, my mama’s pills,
We swore we’d burn their golden hills.
Now the fire’s out, the ash is sweet,
Lying in the streetlights’ heat.
Pre-Chorus
We don’t need no Jesus, babe—
The devil knows us by our names.
("One more hit to kill the pain...")
Chorus
Under the rusted needle sky,
We trade our teeth for mercury dreams.
The rats all know we’re gonna die,
Two ghosts tied with a smackhead’s string.
Bridge
(Music drops to just a detuned guitar, fingers slipping on the frets)
"Jenny… your lips are blue…"
"I know, my love… so are yours too…"
Outro
(Drums return, dragging like a tired heart. The vocals whisper, then fade.)
They’ll find us when the snow turns black,
Arm in arm, no turning back.
Under the rusted needle sky…
*(Last note: A single, unresolved 12-string harmonic, then silence.)*
