Hands on my hips like I’m part of the seven sins,
Nowadays it’s always dark out, and we’re on number 6.
Cleaning out my head at the synagogue,
Only ten more bucks and you can see God.
I can feel you start to slip as I suspect I’ve lost my grip,
True love is so hesitant, I re-train my lips until the words that escape amuse benevolence.
Does it save the fight more or less to be quiet?
Savor my thoughts, this time I watch you keeping score,
Emotions were never my forte, instead I’ll be your whore.
My work was never anymore love than linger,
Body after body, where they went, I can’t seem to place my finger.
I guess that was fate knowing that I’d get what I could take,
And hell, I struck gold when I was finished with my mouth having your taste.
After all, I only fall in love with one time dances and second night stands,
Just like us, these things will never happen again
It almost looks like I’m willing to make amends, but I don’t have room for anymore ‘friends’.
Nobody told me that burned-out stars do a deadly last dance,
Alongside the Milky Way rests all of the years spent
A dedication to discarding my sense of feeling, forbidding myself from truth
Living life like I had the time, so of course I chose to.
Running rampant on no peace of mind, autonomy overdue,
That time I looked in the mirror; I found someone new.
