False Starts

False starts overlooked;
I don't mind until the finish line.
This Saint Sebastian's blushing bride,
Her eyes are closed but her mouth is opened wide.

Synapses explode but we still miss the mother lode.
Don't go to school.
Just play it cool.
Just let go.
Just disco.
Just burn the boom box every night.

The trip fell through.
Everybody fell down.
Caviar hors d'oeuvres left out to turn brown.
The strip club closed and everybody went home.
Nobody told no one that they felt so alone.

Whiplash betrothed to the cop in the centerfold...
We burn the boom box every night.



Credits
Writer(s): Tim Harrington, Syd Butler, Seth Jabour, Paul Slife, Patrick Mahoney
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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