Blake Jones And The Trike Shop - Your Sad Party Dress lyrics

Your sad party dress Worn in a mannered style Pulled me right on past The warning signs, the rehearsed lines Your best tragic stance On a mirrored stage Left me chasing smoke And perfumed air, but nothing was there I engaged myself in playing in your theater of deepness I impressed myself at first but then felt cheated by my cheapness I painted in blood red and stylish blues But I lost my train of thought when I wondered who's next to use Your sad party dress And that accent is fake The posture's false The practiced pose leaves me nothing to hold So I'll just stay at home Leave you to your fun With your costumed friends, it's all pretend But now I am done With your costumed friends, it's all pretend But now I am done