Vanity

Going home
Under a cloud of styrofoam
Flattened to the ground
Violent light dissolving shamefully
Someone's name
Stuck to a sole
The morning train
Heavy in the cold
All the way I feigned immunity

Vanity
Vanity
Vanity made a monster out of gravity

Carried on
Where anyone wiser would be gone
Bubble wrapping sense
Time suspends, you don't feel anything
Lose it once
It counts as a hard pre emptive punch
Almost self defence
But after one it looks like savagery

Vanity
Vanity
Vanity dresses up as honest industry

Old from young
Double the years, not half as dumb
As lost as anyone
Slept it off
Dreamed an apology
Panic fades
There's always an end
But it's not today
The battle goes away
Pile your ammunition in the street

Urgency
Urgency
Urgency made decisions on behalf of me



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Mark Weaver, Matthew Racher
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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