A crooked smile, black dress and black eyeliner
girl you just don’t know where you belong
let me show you the road, the worn out well taken path
where we walk all tall and mighty
where we all talk like we’re pure royalty
where we all stalk along behind them, yeah, you and me
let me show you the hall of mirrors, ten dollar entrance fee
don’t know what you could be buying
but it tastes like… well pure beauty
the mirrors will melt away your shell so we see what lies beneath
beneath the precious skin and bones
but the colors just won’t stay the same seven new colors and tones
indescribable
we’ll re-invent the wheel and the english language
solve world hunger while hungover
girl just let me show you to the postman
lick your stamps
time to go.
-Aug 04, 2008
