Perfume

You smell like torture, You smell like glory, Sweet life of order, But mismatched story. I finally bought your perfume, Another way to my self-consume, Just did it so I could miss you, You, and your bittersweet mixture. Thought it would attract them, Because it worked great on me. Or maybe just distract them, Of how hard it is to stop me. Because I can't understand, If this wasn't even planned, How you got me so bad, What made me fall so hard. It was just so hypnotizing, And I don’t plan on victimizing, But I lost all the control, As if you owned my whole soul.