Picturesque and aimed at me
Her eyes play tricks with history
We strut around not knowing how to dance or decide whether to,
Watch her float past crowds of smoke
She walks through boys like she's a ghost
And then she turns and dances over me
Cos i dont know your name
And you all look the same, darling
Making speeches with your. (???) breezes
And passed out on the stairs
There's broken hearts and upturned chairs
It must've been your words
Pretentiously obsurd
And there's t-shirts on the ceiling and people make believing
But then i see her shoes they're leaning on the bathroom door
Oh well till your man comes pushing past with branded fists and o laughs [?]
Girls watched on