She dyed her hair red in a motel bathroom. She told herself she wasn’t crying. She was just sweating through her mascara.
Below her, the lights of the city flickered like a dying heartbeat. born to die album song
They left at midnight. She didn’t look back at the pink apartment or the diner or the ghost of James in his blue jeans. She just turned up the radio and let the static swallow her whole. She dyed her hair red in a motel bathroom