Party Wounds Smashed glass proceedings Wide open party wounds Tasteless movers and shakers and candlestick makers I’ve watched from afar and I’ve led the processions of faint heart believers and sons of the night
What did you want to learn? A scale of notes that could drown out the world or put off what’s been on your mind Forever never seemed so long at the time
Our sense of adventure only ever outweighed by these perfectly scripted desires Such horror, mischief and desperate decadence, tall tales from the lips of liars
But when that beat drops, beat drops, beat drops, beat drops Well I’m back to where I was before I’ve been low, low, as low as I can go but when I feel it I’ll still hit the floor
Pull up the flowers Salt the earth
Oh my stars! With scars, scabs and everything inbetween How can this be? Jaded but serene