Boys' Club - Mary I Hope You're Painting Again | Текст песни

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You deserve an art gallery.
You deserve to reclaim your soul's sincerity.
You deserve that pet rabbit for which you've always been wishing.
You deserve to be surrounded by ambition.

But these are things you may never see.
Respect should be so commonplace, never a rarity.
You've burned your pedestal to swim with mediocrity.
Through those black clouds can't see you shining.

If you'll never be the same,
That is the world's shame.
I don't think you understand the loss.
Modest to a fault,
You're losing weight in salt.
All i feel is crippled by the loss.

You say I'll forget and be happy.
But the process seems far different to me.
I'll destroy every part of me
That's receptive to such purity.

I feel like Nick Carraway,
And Mary you're my Jay Gatsby.
You're better than the whole lot, clearly.
But you're too jaded to see.

If you'll never be the same,
That is the world's shame.
I don't think you understand the loss.
Modest to a fault,
You're losing weight in salt.
All i feel is crippled by the loss.

Mary I hope you're painting again.

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