you and me, we march in different symphonies
watch the black-haired girl play guitar
i think i'm falling for her
addicting how a little confidence can catch your eye. can't turn away from the sex appeal and the charm. the way she moves, the black wristbands (plastic, like the ones that style all the high school brats) that she holds over her head as she moans and yells into the microphone. the way her hand slides down the stand, caressing its mild sway and oh her hips shake and grind. eyeliner and smokey eyes, all i want to do is whisper fuck me in her ear, and she could lean in and touch me and my body would shiver.
because we only want a connection
what i'd do to feel accepted. no one knows how hard i strive to fit in everywhere i don't. to lean against a stage and be serenaded. to know the rips in the bassist's jeans were made and i was part of their history. no matter how brililan the music, all i see is the guitar strings and the untied shoelaces. i want to be a part of everything and even though i try to drown myself in everyone else's words while my ears fill with upbeat indie melodies, all i hear is Jared Scharff (& the Royals) telling someone else's story.
where is the detail in the photograph that i am holding?
the colors are bleeding and crashing into one another
sitting at the bar with a polka dot notebook, sipping a Blue Moon and blood orange, adding meaningless banter with meaningless strangers, and i'll still go home alone. how i want to wear that shirt tie around my neck when, after the show, i get invited when i straddle the sexy guitarist in the corner with emo hair and feel his lips pressed against mine in some congratulatory celebration.
we've all become so numb and monotone
can we go, go back to stereo? (stereo)
look out from the stage and see me swinging my hips and breathing you all in. love me with your eyes and whim me into what we know will happen later.
you changed my life with the touch of your lips
all the right words get lost in slurred speech and sleep-riddled mumbles. i barely know hat i'm saying anymore, and i wonder how much more gets lost in tranlsation. lying in bed with my eyes barely open, struggling to listen to anything you say which might be important. i can't focus on anything but the sound of your breathing, and though i try, you lull me to sleep with every second that goes by.
the film is aging the picture's almost lost and totally fading
(lyrics from val emmich // the only one lonely
jared scharff & the royals // stereo
jared scharff & the royals // bedroom eyes)
i think i'm falling for her
addicting how a little confidence can catch your eye. can't turn away from the sex appeal and the charm. the way she moves, the black wristbands (plastic, like the ones that style all the high school brats) that she holds over her head as she moans and yells into the microphone. the way her hand slides down the stand, caressing its mild sway and oh her hips shake and grind. eyeliner and smokey eyes, all i want to do is whisper fuck me in her ear, and she could lean in and touch me and my body would shiver.
because we only want a connection
what i'd do to feel accepted. no one knows how hard i strive to fit in everywhere i don't. to lean against a stage and be serenaded. to know the rips in the bassist's jeans were made and i was part of their history. no matter how brililan the music, all i see is the guitar strings and the untied shoelaces. i want to be a part of everything and even though i try to drown myself in everyone else's words while my ears fill with upbeat indie melodies, all i hear is Jared Scharff (& the Royals) telling someone else's story.
where is the detail in the photograph that i am holding?
the colors are bleeding and crashing into one another
sitting at the bar with a polka dot notebook, sipping a Blue Moon and blood orange, adding meaningless banter with meaningless strangers, and i'll still go home alone. how i want to wear that shirt tie around my neck when, after the show, i get invited when i straddle the sexy guitarist in the corner with emo hair and feel his lips pressed against mine in some congratulatory celebration.
we've all become so numb and monotone
can we go, go back to stereo? (stereo)
look out from the stage and see me swinging my hips and breathing you all in. love me with your eyes and whim me into what we know will happen later.
you changed my life with the touch of your lips
all the right words get lost in slurred speech and sleep-riddled mumbles. i barely know hat i'm saying anymore, and i wonder how much more gets lost in tranlsation. lying in bed with my eyes barely open, struggling to listen to anything you say which might be important. i can't focus on anything but the sound of your breathing, and though i try, you lull me to sleep with every second that goes by.
the film is aging the picture's almost lost and totally fading
(lyrics from val emmich // the only one lonely
jared scharff & the royals // stereo
jared scharff & the royals // bedroom eyes)