Are we all just Thieves In The Night, tempting the flames, would it be better if you just Hand Me Down Your Love. He said “I Feel Better, I’m not sure I could handle another One Life Stand.” Brothers and sisters ask yourself does the Slush lend you to being Alley Cats or do you justify actions by claiming “We Have Love.” Please hush now child, do Keep Quiet as we Take It All In, this divided life of weekend tree houses where you play.
Dive in, get lost, throw away the keys, shout out the window at adonis fleeting the streets or lock yourself in with Sweet Relief after all this one is on them. Here
TV ON THE RADIO: I WAS A LOVER I was a lover, before this war held up in a luxury suite, behind a barricaded door now that I've cleaned up, gone legit I can see clearly: round hole round whole, square peg don't fit
I'm locked in my bedroom, so send back the clowns my clone wears a brown shirt, and I seduce him when there's no one around mano y mano, on a bed of nails bring it on like a storm, till I knock the wind out of his sails And we don't make eye contact, when we have run-in's in town just a barely polite nod, and nervous stares towards the ground I once joined a priest class, plastic, inert in a slowdance with commerce like a lens up a skirt
And we liked to party and we kept it live and we had a three volume tome of contemporary slang to keep a handle on all this jive
Ennui unbridled, let's talk to kill the time how many styles did you cycle through before you were mine? and it's been a while since we went wild and that's all fine but we're sleepwalking through this trial and it's really a crime it's really a crime it's really a crime it's really criminal
We're just busy tempting, like fate's on the nod running on empty, bourbon and god it's been a while since we knew the way and it's been even longer since our plastic priest class had a goddamned thing to say
