Smithereens

Cry laughing upon reentry
Sell the feeling as hotel art
Vacant yachts with names worth forgetting
Buy Low and Change of Heart

How long have I been out for?
A has-been smashed to smithereens
On par with a cardboard cutout
Here to meet all your needs

Starry-eyed crossed or whatever
Hard to stomach my old haunts
Rediscovered an airport paperback
Margins filled with second thoughts

If this is real I'll knock on wood
God only knows if the endings any good
And all its flaws
All its flaws
All its flaws

How long have I been out for?
A has-been smashed to smithereens
On par with a cardboard cutout
Here to meet all your needs
Shooting stars leave a vicious trail
They turn to dust at higher speeds
For guidance and not for cover
So eager to please



Credits
Writer(s): Conor Garrison
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