Versailles

Alex, I know, we said we'd leave America
Beeline for all we see of us in art nouveau
North of Chamonix, where I'm still cheap
And you were feeling low
Four Calvados should ruin us
Enough to ask, "What if I let go?"

The west, you know, is filled with gold
But I won't find you there - (it's just) a feeling that I have
Based on mid-class talk through old Midwest exhausts
In Dead Lou's Hall of Mirrors
We might have lived forever

Alex, I'm bored, and busy writhing on the floor
It's no wonder why nobody lasts long in Versailles
Things have probably changed
I know I am not the same
Maybe - probably - it wouldn't kill either of us
To leave, and tally who's lost

It's too bad
We have a lot to lose
Siblings all but dead
Good jobs
Endless debt
Lists of what I want
With stars near my least favorite ones
Man, I swear, you're drunk, you're drunk, you're drunk

You were so bizarre, pretending that I'm far
And I was like you then, just fearless of death
You get so bizarre, when I'm a little lost



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Writer(s): The Commonwealth
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