He's Listening to Heroin

He shoots on film all sorts of ways
I reckon to capture the beautiful
Parts of the days
Now He's wearing womens perfume,
Now he's feeling alone
In a crowded room
Obsession with physical beauty,
Call it shallow i call it artist's duty
Diet pills and expensive skin creams
I see your melancholy
All over my dreams
Admire it,
Look at the things it's touched,
Chronic sadness turns into a crutch
You smell like
Opium by yves saint Laurent,
And I smell like cigarettes
And all the things you might want
And now he's listening to the velvet underground,
And he ain't hearing me though
I'm making all sorts of sounds,
Yeah he's listening to
Singing Nico,
And im crying and
He don't even know
He's losing weight he's starving
His doctor says he's healthy
He's not spending cash,
He's acting cheap and poor
Even though he's wealthy
I guess growing up poor
Stays with a man his whole life
I guess loving boys never
Stops people from asking after your wife
Now I'm painting his face,
Now He's all over the place
And I'm staying up too late
for someone who's gotta
Be up and ready by 8
And he's listening to
The velvet underground,
And he's not listening
Though I'm making all sorts of sounds
Yeah he's listening to
Singing nico,
And I'm crying begging him
Please don't go
And he's listening to heroin,
He's singing along to
There she goes again
And he's listening to Venus in furs,
Yeah he's mouthing the lyrics
Cuz he knows all the words
And he's listening to
The velvet underground,
He ain't listening to me
Though I'm making all sorts of sounds
Yeah he's listening to
Singing nico,
And I'm crying but he don't know