Superstitious sweetheart you're a mess
Sick and seeking sanctuary in your own distress
The embers of an adolescence smolder in your breast
But you're the same
Sweetheart clip my wings I am a skeptic
With everything in motion you're a pawn you must accept it
God, you are an angel when you choose to least express it
Anyways
She says I am no beauty
I am cruel and I am haunting
I am weak and I am weary
I am sure you do not want me
And I say although I am already married
To the demon drink
I like the way you think
So let's go
Dancing
A little life and the city lights and now you figure
The world it ain't my garden no it's so much f*cking bigger
And although I can't see the stars behind a tide of piss and vinegar
I've changed
And now the lip splits open
The salt of a single syllable misspoken
And the lock outside your bedroom door is always broken
But I'll wait
I said I am inert
I am the vessel and you steer me
I am supervised and sickened by
The things that I hold dearly
And she reeled me in by singing
Oh my dear, I'm nothing like my mom and dad
So put the money in the bag
And we'll go
Dancing