Dancing
Superstitious sweetheart you're a mess
Sick and seeking sanctuary in your own distress
The embers of an adolescence smolder in your breast
But you're the same
Sweetheart clip my wings I am a skeptic
With everything in motion you're a pawn you must accept it
God, you are an angel when you choose to least express it
Anyways
She says I am no beauty
I am cruel and I am haunting
I am weak and I am weary
I am sure you do not want me
And I say although I am already married
To the demon drink
I like the way you think
So let's go
Dancing
A little life and the city lights and now you figure
The world it ain't my garden no it's so much fucking bigger
And although I can't see the stars behind a tide of piss and vinegar
I've changed
And now the lip splits open
The salt of a single syllable misspoken
And the lock outside your bedroom door is always broken
But I'll wait
I said I am inert
I am the vessel and you steer me
I am supervised and sickened by
The things that I hold dearly
And she reeled me in by singing
Oh my dear, I'm nothing like my mom and dad
So put the money in the bag
And we'll go
Dancing
Sick and seeking sanctuary in your own distress
The embers of an adolescence smolder in your breast
But you're the same
Sweetheart clip my wings I am a skeptic
With everything in motion you're a pawn you must accept it
God, you are an angel when you choose to least express it
Anyways
She says I am no beauty
I am cruel and I am haunting
I am weak and I am weary
I am sure you do not want me
And I say although I am already married
To the demon drink
I like the way you think
So let's go
Dancing
A little life and the city lights and now you figure
The world it ain't my garden no it's so much fucking bigger
And although I can't see the stars behind a tide of piss and vinegar
I've changed
And now the lip splits open
The salt of a single syllable misspoken
And the lock outside your bedroom door is always broken
But I'll wait
I said I am inert
I am the vessel and you steer me
I am supervised and sickened by
The things that I hold dearly
And she reeled me in by singing
Oh my dear, I'm nothing like my mom and dad
So put the money in the bag
And we'll go
Dancing
Credits
Writer(s): Geoff Himsel
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