like clock-work she's in control
fitted hats and a car alarm in
her high-tops with her favorite song
the corners of your empty room
the trouble we could get into
and we'll never tell a soul
tonight i'm finding a way
to make the things that you say
just a little less obvious
between the right and the real
like a weightless currency
your words don't mean shit to me
the corners of your empty room
the trouble we could get into
and we'll never tell a soul
tonight i'm finding a way
to make the things that you say
just a little less obvious
tonight i'm dressed up in gold
you've got me fucked up and sold;
you talk like you're famous
tonight i'm finding a way
to make the things that you say
just a little less obvious
tonight i'm dressed up in gold
you've got me fucked up and sold;
you talk like you're famous
tonight i'm finding a way
to make the things that you say
just a little less obvious
tonight i'm dressed up in gold
you've got me fucked up and sold;
you talk like you're famous