Turn up at night
Shimmery shadows
Pink pistol
Throw low blows
A faux pas
Spin me like a weapon
Burst into flames
Tired of being neat
Sick of being tame
Always so ashamed
The things I see, the things I love
Turn up at night
Shimmery shadows
Pink pistol
Throw low blows
A faux pas
Spin me like a weapon
Burst into flames
Tired of being neat
Sick of being tame
Always so ashamed
You’re my fragrant raspberry
You stay true to your word
Light up my world
I’m your long-acrylic-nailed blondie
Lying through my teeth
Trying to change
We talk until 1:54 am
About things we’re going to do
And when you fall asleep I miss you
When you fall asleep I still feel you
He asks me
What’s going on with those other guys
Why do you come home with tears in your eyes
It’s getting late
The fire’s lit and I’m growing tired
He’s in the office, caffeinated and wired
But I’m so tired, I’m so tired
You and me
We’re so tired
Alive & wired
Frozen & fired
It’s getting lit
The fire’s lit
Your song’s a hit
But I’m growing so tired
So very tired
Why be so nervous to see my boy
Grew up and realized feelings weren’t toys
It’s not sentimental, the shadow in the wake
Can’t forget what you’re putting at stake
You make me shake
This is
heartbreak
You make it hard
for me to stay
Holidays feel
like just another day
When I said what I said
you ignored me
Like a million bats
were swarming
I’m not a fan of saying
it isn’t fair
But why can’t we be like them
them, and there
Those flowers I bought
I bought for myself
Absence makes the heart
feel nothing else