Aesthetic Addict

Let it be known
Look where she's going
It's underground this Saturday
She goes along to sing one song
But she don't move in her own way
Don't matter what there is to see and least to hear
What only matters is she's here
And we all know

Push through the crowd
To where it's loud
These stories better look lively
If she got paid for every band she named
She'd be going down to The Ivy
Somebody really ought to notice that she's there
That monthly punk has dyed her hair

She's just an addict
For the aesthetic
You'd try and tell her
But she don't get it
She bangs her head some more
They pick her off the floor
And she don't come back

You see that band, I think we can
Let's go and write our own symphony
We'll find a name, someone to blame
Then we'll just do the same differently
Somebody better hold her back for all that angst
I'll tell Seattle she said thanks

She's just an addict
For the aesthetic
You'd try and tell her
But she don't get it
She bangs her head some more
They pick her off the floor
And she don't come back

So give up the baccy now, just give your ears
Give up the postcards and souvenirs
Give up the baccy now, just give your ears
Enough of the postcards and souvenirs

She's just an addict
For the aesthetic
You'd try and tell her
But she don't get it
She bangs her head some more
They pick her off the floor
And she don't come back

Pull me closer with your signet ring
Call your daddy, tell him everything
Pull me closer with your signet ring
Call your daddy, tell him everything