Leave it to the broken dreamers to go and ruin your luck.
'Cause you've got spunk kid, but it isn't enough.
A broken heart or two goes so well
With a first class, one way ticket to hell,
And you'll take that plane or the train or the bus,
And you'll get there, but on the way you're causing a fuss.
You're the Mona to my Lisa,
You're the bite to my tongue.
You're the dilation to my eyes,
You're every wrong to my right.
I know we're young, but our story's just begun.
We crack more like drug lords than vanity mirrors,
Put twice the effort into our appearance,
You're all that calms the storm when I can't think.
(The smell of your perfume
Could keep me in this room, girl.)
A change in you, the change in me,
The changing taste of "family."
The future spoke with tongue in cheek,
But we still dreamed.
(Every trip through the back door,
When your feet can't touch the floor;
Mona Lisa, bite your tongue,
We both know where to run.)
Your eyes, they gleam.
I'm tearing at the seams.
What does this mean?
Why doesn't everybody sing...
You're the Mona to my Lisa,
You're the bite to my tongue.
You're the dilation to my eyes,
You're every wrong to my right.
I know we're young, but our story's just begun.
Your eyes, they gleam.
I'm tearing at the seams.
What does this mean?
Why doesn't everybody sing...