The Size Queens - Top of The Stairwell | Текст песни

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Standing at the top of the stairwell laughing with my friends, laughing with my friends. Standing at the top of the stairwell, laughing never ends even when it should. All of you with all of me: we’ll hang together or we’ll disappear, whenever we please.

You’re still standing there on broken heels. You’ve been tossed out of those automobiles. Carrying a cracked compact mirror and some stolen Maybelline. Who’s gonna believe you’re a woman? Anyone who needs to, anybody desperate at the end of the night. We collected what we earned, forgot what we learned and we all met up at the top.

Standing at the top of the stairwell, laughing ourselves to death. Falling down and crawling our way back up. Laughing at hell, but feeling like we just got over on everyone. We could have stolen the streetlights. We could have shattered the city and worn it on our fingers. The city feels like plunder. We got over, until we got under.

Standing at the top of the stairwell, laughing with my friends. And it feels right to need everyone every night, feels like that attention isn’t even worth the mention. I like that picture you took of me with my front tooth out, I’m still smiling. Underneath the 222. (That’s a bar that we went to.) When we couldn’t pay the rent. When the money was all spent. We always felt we had what we needed, but we didn’t.

Standing at the top of the stairwell, I can still hear you laughing. I remember you wore a suitcase on your head, some soft floppy thing. You dragged yourself to my door and kept your finger on the ringer. And then two years later you were dying alone. I remember what you were, that joke that you made. And then two years later...

Standing on the top of the stairwell I don’t even have the key, but hell don’t worry about me. Nobody takes out the trash or mops these floors. No one’s here any more. The roof’s been pried off. The building’s condemned. The doors are all sprayed with our old drag names. But I remember you Jayne...and Rona. But things have changed. You don’t get over when you get older.

All of you with all of me: we’ll hang together or we’ll disappear, whenever we please.