Waltzing Adelaide
Pick at the bones of the bees with your graceful composure
I wish that I was my own fad
because I know I won't last forever
And we, together, are part of a bigger gutless company
Shallow water on the backburner
Concentric circles play with me when Im knee deep in tragedy
And nobody else could dare care less except for you father
The plus ones okay but baby maybe she needs help
before I become the lycanthrope I am
On the stand lies a lunatic
Anyone's my sedative
when I've got a dark side
Maybe I'll become less self conscious when the Patron Saint of Black Holes
engulfs my swirling emotions
Self loathing is so in this year
And I'll be the one driving the bandwagon
until the stairs spin
Only God could make my eyes roll
Yes, this madness came with a ballpoint pen
And it seems like everybody could do with a little bit of psychosis
My heart and head go out to the generation defined by the eyepod
So graceful, So gutless
With the makeup on their teeth
and their hearts on their sleeves
I'll throw stones at my own jeolusy
And slip through the cracks towards ennui
"I love you the way there's a chapel in a hospital"
And the way I get tired out at 3 A.M.
Sure, I guess the only rings I ever wanted were the ones under my eyes
You ARE a dark alley and I wouldn't want to run into you (immediately)
The supernova Penrose could not imagine
You should've told me you were so important
You're so ridiculous...ly on it
And I'm just sinking in the glow of my car's headlights
I was gonna throw my caution to the wind
but somebody told me I had a bad arm
As such we'll say goodbye
for the hundredth time
And tommorow we'll do it again
I wish that I was my own fad
because I know I won't last forever
And we, together, are part of a bigger gutless company
Shallow water on the backburner
Concentric circles play with me when Im knee deep in tragedy
And nobody else could dare care less except for you father
The plus ones okay but baby maybe she needs help
before I become the lycanthrope I am
On the stand lies a lunatic
Anyone's my sedative
when I've got a dark side
Maybe I'll become less self conscious when the Patron Saint of Black Holes
engulfs my swirling emotions
Self loathing is so in this year
And I'll be the one driving the bandwagon
until the stairs spin
Only God could make my eyes roll
Yes, this madness came with a ballpoint pen
And it seems like everybody could do with a little bit of psychosis
My heart and head go out to the generation defined by the eyepod
So graceful, So gutless
With the makeup on their teeth
and their hearts on their sleeves
I'll throw stones at my own jeolusy
And slip through the cracks towards ennui
"I love you the way there's a chapel in a hospital"
And the way I get tired out at 3 A.M.
Sure, I guess the only rings I ever wanted were the ones under my eyes
You ARE a dark alley and I wouldn't want to run into you (immediately)
The supernova Penrose could not imagine
You should've told me you were so important
You're so ridiculous...ly on it
And I'm just sinking in the glow of my car's headlights
I was gonna throw my caution to the wind
but somebody told me I had a bad arm
As such we'll say goodbye
for the hundredth time
And tommorow we'll do it again