Billionaire House Party
The night I met you at the billionaire house party
I was too cool, lying right thru my teeth
You shook my hand and it was murder in the first degree
Premeditated at the billionaire house party
Uh oh! Now I'm doing self portraits daily
Oh, won't you please come and save me?
My mind wrapped up in chalk pastels
I'm telling you to take me home
I'm telling you to take me home
We were an exhibit at the billionaire house party
I was posed like a Schiele. Dance II, Matisse
You took my hand and we called out at the bourgeoisie aristocratically
Uh oh! Now I'm doing self portraits daily
Oh, won't you please come and save me?
My mind wrapped up in chalk pastels
I'm telling you to take me home
Oh no! analyzing like an early cubist
Obsessive like a new wave movement
I used last night to write this song
I'm asking you to take me home
I've written you into my diary
And I've spoken through the iterations of my face taped to my wall
Oh, I feel too fast, i move too much
But worst of all, I'm lying
Oh, I'm lying about it all
Uh oh, I'm still doing self portraits daily
When you gonna come and save me?
My mind confined to your every move
Am I ever gonna make it home?
Oh no! analyzing like an early cubist
Obsessive like a new wave movement
I used last night to write this song
I'm asking you to take me home
Fuck that! I just wanna go out to dinner
Never mind that I'm a beginner
I drew your face to clear my head
Now I'm never gonna make it home
I'm never gonna make it home
I was too cool, lying right thru my teeth
You shook my hand and it was murder in the first degree
Premeditated at the billionaire house party
Uh oh! Now I'm doing self portraits daily
Oh, won't you please come and save me?
My mind wrapped up in chalk pastels
I'm telling you to take me home
I'm telling you to take me home
We were an exhibit at the billionaire house party
I was posed like a Schiele. Dance II, Matisse
You took my hand and we called out at the bourgeoisie aristocratically
Uh oh! Now I'm doing self portraits daily
Oh, won't you please come and save me?
My mind wrapped up in chalk pastels
I'm telling you to take me home
Oh no! analyzing like an early cubist
Obsessive like a new wave movement
I used last night to write this song
I'm asking you to take me home
I've written you into my diary
And I've spoken through the iterations of my face taped to my wall
Oh, I feel too fast, i move too much
But worst of all, I'm lying
Oh, I'm lying about it all
Uh oh, I'm still doing self portraits daily
When you gonna come and save me?
My mind confined to your every move
Am I ever gonna make it home?
Oh no! analyzing like an early cubist
Obsessive like a new wave movement
I used last night to write this song
I'm asking you to take me home
Fuck that! I just wanna go out to dinner
Never mind that I'm a beginner
I drew your face to clear my head
Now I'm never gonna make it home
I'm never gonna make it home
Credits
Writer(s): David Timm
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