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Chancing dice on thoughtless conversations
never-ending nights are ones we thought
we could not get enough of.
Draping bodies over couches, lyrical words sound so wonderful
when they're drowned in alcohol
to some sad dreary tune playing on a radio.
Bubbles of joy erupt in our throats, spilling
acidic memories over our tongues to be tasted like cheap wine
and cigarette smoke.
it's a vintage novelty to be young.
to taste the accusations and the relief in the naiveté
these empty evenings
we spent hours fucking
over empty bottles.
getting high with the clock.
and singing along to billy joel. but nobody knows the words.
it's a vintage novelty to be jaded
shedding skins on a weekend
night after night it is painted
and peeled. to reveal a tattered innocent.
loss of identity to the mirror.
and empty stomach,
tracing bones that are "beautiful"
no matter. she thinks she's full inside.
and when she breaks like a toothpick in their fingertips
they'll see the real her in puddles on the floor, so pretty and thin
she turns herself inside out for beauty
queen of bone and paper skin
it's a vintage novelty to be alive
never-ending nights are ones we thought
we could not get enough of.
Draping bodies over couches, lyrical words sound so wonderful
when they're drowned in alcohol
to some sad dreary tune playing on a radio.
Bubbles of joy erupt in our throats, spilling
acidic memories over our tongues to be tasted like cheap wine
and cigarette smoke.
it's a vintage novelty to be young.
to taste the accusations and the relief in the naiveté
these empty evenings
we spent hours fucking
over empty bottles.
getting high with the clock.
and singing along to billy joel. but nobody knows the words.
it's a vintage novelty to be jaded
shedding skins on a weekend
night after night it is painted
and peeled. to reveal a tattered innocent.
loss of identity to the mirror.
and empty stomach,
tracing bones that are "beautiful"
no matter. she thinks she's full inside.
and when she breaks like a toothpick in their fingertips
they'll see the real her in puddles on the floor, so pretty and thin
she turns herself inside out for beauty
queen of bone and paper skin
it's a vintage novelty to be alive