Sound Of A Crowded Room

The first day we met you were smoking a cigarette
and I didn't like that and you didn't like me.
You had an ugly old dress and your hair was a mess and your shoes were gold.
Your apartment resembles an empty compartment in the console of my car.
Want to get a drink or two that's not what I like to do,
I like sitting in crowded rooms just listening.

To the sounds humans make,
the motives they create with thin crust and no taste, no body no face.
We argued about holding hands,
no boy you must understand this means nothing but a request,
You're no failure no success now the movies starting.
The car is starting. Take me home, I don't want to be alone,
just take me home I don't want to be alone.

Sit close, closer. sit close, closer.

We never solved our problems,
we left the solutions on the tips of our tongues.
Now we both lie at the bottom of our livers and our lungs.

Our preferred vices,
how nice is the sound of a crowded room?