i am not here nor there; i am not near nor care
shiny disco ball raindrop-wet city streets
i shake my head full of dreams and aerosol hairspray
to the pounding sounds of a beat machine in the downstairs pub
i finally stopped withering a good two weeks ago
but you claim to still keep missing me.
i sprinted my way through the dazed days
and my heart splintered, thoroughly, a thousand ways
now each jagged piece is a talisman, partially diseased
an artifact; a proof, that love never stays.
but tonight we wont remember, our names
much less our stupid heart's stories
we'll cruise the deserted avenues
with non-descript european men in
overpriced sports vehicles, their accents thick
with a kind of scary mystery of passion and death
and we won't look back to our spirits standing on the corner,
waiting for a ride
i shake my head full of dreams and aerosol hairspray
to the pounding sounds of a beat machine in the downstairs pub
i finally stopped withering a good two weeks ago
but you claim to still keep missing me.
i sprinted my way through the dazed days
and my heart splintered, thoroughly, a thousand ways
now each jagged piece is a talisman, partially diseased
an artifact; a proof, that love never stays.
but tonight we wont remember, our names
much less our stupid heart's stories
we'll cruise the deserted avenues
with non-descript european men in
overpriced sports vehicles, their accents thick
with a kind of scary mystery of passion and death
and we won't look back to our spirits standing on the corner,
waiting for a ride