Stolen Setlist.

Don’t worry about my feelings, babe. You wouldn’t be the first to fall for me and you won’t be the last. I like to leave little notes behind with my lipstick stamped on the corner, so you remember exactly who had your attention all night. I keep trophies: Hoodies, setlists, bracelets, lighters… whatever you were dumb enough to leave on the floor while you were too busy trying to impress me. I don’t pretend to be mysterious. I just show up, look good, get what I want, and usually leave with more than I came with. It’s not my fault musicians are weak for a girl who's comfortable with herself on a tour bus.