West Van girl, you are all that isn't fair Can I brush your hair and whisper East Van things in your ear? West Van girl, you're a sheltered little gem
What?s seeming quiet, in private rages We?re a city of tigers pacing cages for Jennifer Our sense of play, I sense is dimming We?re an orphanage of children
Towards your learning, you focused all of your desire when I was burning Discussed the properties of fire, Does it occur to you now? In the ashes all
Brace yourself son, there were complications We had to remove your heart Growing older is repairing damages Accepting failure A series of slaps in
When we were young, we dreamt of houses Took Madonna whores as spouses Storied halls, our portraits hung When we were young When we were young youth
Who are these who know themselves? No apologies, no regrets. I know myself less the older I get Apologies and regrets, they are my epaulets. They are
A soft blue light falls across the faces of the lonely boys The only light worth basking in where in to find an ear, a voice. Boys like these, alight
Hide me in your hair ?cause I can?t bear to go out there and face the world Hide me in your room behind the broom, I?ll make some room and I won?t care
I charge thou art a fake, thou sulking indie rocker trying to make, Like you never meant to fuck her and to break; Her heart to write your song well
Hey modern school girl what have you done to me? Hey modern school girl you seem to smirk right through me Men erected statues for you Men have toppled
You?re prettier than them Dandelion, You?re prettier than them Dandelion, Dandelion, Dandelion, Dandelion You?re prettier than them Dandelion Lift up
You're sweeter than you think, Janine. You're younger than you know. Bury me in pink, Janine, my epitaph will go... Heaven is for easy girls, heaven is
Its better to rule Hollywood than to serve in Heaven Waiting around for your bread to leaven We left a trail of headless Barbie dolls and Leg hold traps
There is a war on and all of the morons are winning, they are winning year to year. There is a war on and you're on the front lines grinning, you are
Take me for a ride, she said its time The queen of heavy sighs takes back the night And cowering Olympians unite Let me hitch a ride, I think you'll find
I plucked out all of my plumage, and I can keep nothing down Peacock with poor body image, and a temple that's sure to be torn to the ground I'm tired
I drive tonight, you're miles away, from heavy eyes, roadside bouquets I focus on your face again, you're the rose upon my meridian The yellow lines they