We Are Both Writers

Reacclimate to my surroundings

Back in a city that just seems to eat itself

All I really want to do is get back into you

No tension, no worries

But every time it comes around I find gray ways to let you down

I can't control my instincts

Why can't I be happy just to call you a friend?

I thought things could be different

Maybe I could do some good

Come home spent to unemploy a past from Hollywood

Some things can change everything

Despite their rights and wrongs

I'm getting reacquainted with my lower self

Redhead teach me compassion from your fragrant continent

While you're at it you can ressurect my family

While you're at it you can summon Christ and part the seas

While you're at it you can polarize my chemicals

I'm so sick of trying to fight my body and you at the same time

I am righteous in my anger!

All I have to give you is my lower self

I will sing of how we made love like strangers

All I'll have to sell you is my lower self

Oh how you are as pretty as the postpunk kids you pity

Oh how you swear by the myth that you're not beautiful

How nothing ever seems to work the way that it gets planned

So we turn away from everyone that loves us

Hypnotized by waves our lives are deer blocking the lane

We can just sit back and watch it all go up in flames

Until every note, every chord sounds the same

It goes boom boom boom on my ego

It goes boom boom boom but I don't mind anymore

'Cause You can only go boom boom boom for so long

Until it hurts you more than it hurts me

Nothing ever seems to work the way that it gets planned

So I will turn away from everything that hurts me

Climb back into a cloud of smoke

My face close to the flame

Camera pulling back, leaving you left of the frame

It's a party and you're not invited