Cliche Movie Ending

Mombi's Heads

Damaged princess
Cesspool of lies
Lying behind brown eyes
Clouds like ink from a squid
I'm feeling squimish
Time to give control to the id
So I stop sniffing bouquets broken
Houses burned down around photo albums
My inner demons don't make meaner my demeanor
Only serve as strings tied around fingers
Cut windows in webs white widows wove
Finally found the sunset and drove
This time it's not about romance or roaming pants
Just about what makes me think
And what drives me to dance

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