Chicago Is Cliche

Las Vegas is a risky town where lovers drink their whiskey down

And sell themselves to sin.

Where somewhere between cheap motels and overnight wedding bells

We're sold; now it begins.

But oh can't you see,

What we had was great.

It was more than a look in a magazine that you tried to emulate.

I hope you made enough room in that fashion-less closet

For the new fall season coming in.

You wore me like a new summer style

Appraised by a designer and textile

But you wore me out until I was no longer in.

They'll buy you up and you'll stay afloat,

But when your ship sinks they'll slit your fucking throat

And you've sold yourself to it.

But oh don't you see

But now you're in that windy town

The lights seem so much brighter now

Cause you've sold yourself to something new.

But you left someone who cared too much

And our summer love dear just wasn't enough

But I sold myself to you.