Epaulets

She texts from the exit says she's on her way over

In an Ocelot coat with the epaulet shoulders

It's sweet 'cause I'm a sucker for the dictator chic

And I'm good with the irregular heartbeats

So now she's hanging with me

And we've been sharing ideas

And it seems like we've got similar interests

And it seems like we've got similar problems

I think we know the same people

I think I know what she means

She says she loves the way these little flames

Make everything all black and grey

But sometimes all that smoke can make you sick

Still a scorch mark or a blistered hand

Seems a whole lot better than

Sitting around and waiting for the click

Her parents are in Paris

It's the best place we can access, yeah

It's not exactly sanctioned man

But she's still got a key

She's traveling at top speed

She keeps checking her heartbeat

She puts her thumb to her neck

Then she kicks off her moccasins

The buckskin always sucks me in

Sets up in the restroom

Says she's never coming out

Unravelling the bandages

Using all the toothbrushes

She's crying 'cause the cotton looks like clouds

Delores don't the clouds just get forgotten?

Once a stronger wind comes in

We both know what will happen

We'll dissipate. We'll disappear

In neon, cigs, and maintenance beers

Call the guy and meet him on Manhattan

All the things that we hold dear

Our favorite bands our deepest fears

We both know exactly what will happen

'Cause every time the clouds roll in

You can't get sentimental

And her jacket makes her look just like a general

And she's generally restless

She's got the blistering hands

Sends a text from the exit says she's on her way over

In an Ocelot coat with the epaulet shoulders