look up, what do you see?
Look up, what do you see? All of you and all of me. Fluorescent and starrysome of them, they surprise. The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 a.m.This letter… fields of poppies, little pearls, all the boys and all the girls sweet-toothed, each and every one a little scary. I said your name.
I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars. Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras dreaming of Maria Callas (whoever she is).
This fame thing, I don't get it. I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves. I can take you far.This star thing, I don't get it
Will you live to 83?… will you ever welcome me?…will you show me something that nobody else has seen?. Smoke it, drink; here comes the flood, anything to thin the blood. These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet… phone, eat it, drink, just another chink, cuts and dents, they catch the light.
This is, the weakest link.
I don't want to disappoint you, I’m not here to anoint you, I would lick your feetbut is that the sickest move? I wear my own crown and sadness and sorrow and who would have thought tomorrow could be so strange?.
My loss, and here we go again.
Look up, what do you see? All of you and all of me, fluorescent and starry, some of them, they surprise. I can't look it in the eyes. Seconal, Spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene, cherry flavoured neck and collar. I can smell the sorrow on your breath, the sweat, the victory and sorrow.
The smell of fear, I got it.
I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars. Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras dreaming of Maria Callas (whoever she is).
This fame thing, I don't get it. I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves. I can take you far.This star thing, I don't get it
Will you live to 83?… will you ever welcome me?…will you show me something that nobody else has seen?. Smoke it, drink; here comes the flood, anything to thin the blood. These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet… phone, eat it, drink, just another chink, cuts and dents, they catch the light.
This is, the weakest link.
I don't want to disappoint you, I’m not here to anoint you, I would lick your feetbut is that the sickest move? I wear my own crown and sadness and sorrow and who would have thought tomorrow could be so strange?.
My loss, and here we go again.
Look up, what do you see? All of you and all of me, fluorescent and starry, some of them, they surprise. I can't look it in the eyes. Seconal, Spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene, cherry flavoured neck and collar. I can smell the sorrow on your breath, the sweat, the victory and sorrow.
The smell of fear, I got it.
