for two women trapped in a dysfunctional hellscape consisting mostly of each other, by way of david cronenberg, kurt cobain, and, yes, possibly the marquis de sade. for the nights when you want her back but you can't have her back so a needle will have to do. for being a twenty year old mercenary with PTSD and an attitude problem, up on stage with tears in your eyes, screaming at your audience to clap their hands and sing along

mostly indulgent early 2000s-ish angstrock i'm so sorry (with one sneaky 80's cover in there cause you know priss would sing this song)

(writing playlist for meat jacket, my sylia/priss fic. read here: http://archiveofourown.org/series/443323)

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