It's not like you to call when skies are blue, and it's not like you to call at all,
But some heavy rains bring a call or two to complain no one ever calls you.
You want me to understand, you want me to forgive
You're holding my spleen in your hand, and you're screaming that you're sensitive.
You've figured out nothing all the time you've been
Wriggling around in your thirties skin
Dangerous to lonely and famous men
Your fading beauty is your only ticket in
And stars seem to shine on after they are dead; you chase their false glow to its hollow end.
They always tire of you in bed; they shine on while you're on the mend
These stars seem to shine on after death; a lingering long kiss goodbye
You try to kiss lips and get breath, I love you is echoed from on high
You're just trying to shine while you're still alive
But your shimmer's ever dimmer all the more you strive
Waiting for that limousine to arrive
I'd love you well without all that shuck and jive
I love you, my hipster darling, I love you, my hipster darling
I love you, my hipster darling, I love you, my hipster darling
You speak of your life with such drama, an epic biography
But where in that life hides such trauma as to result in such insecurity?
You fuck like you're running for office, you fuck like you're running for your life
You fuck through your guilt like a prostitute novice, a mistress but never a wife.
There's not enough attention in the whole wide world to satisfy the rejection felt by this girl



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