My sequins and pearls lie beside one another
One trashy and flashy, one plastic and fake
And I, well, I lie, somewhere in the middle
And I'm not sure which direction to take
God only meets me on Sundays (it seems)
The rest of the week I'm on my own
Oh please, someone loose me, from all of these devil
That cling so hard to my soul
Oh I'm smug and lovestruck, shocked and shy
Jealous, bored and overwhelmed
How much I want to move on from where I am right now
Trapped within this room with your slow talking, your slow thinking
Trapped within this room with my slow talking, my slow thinking
Trapped within this room with our slow talking, our slow thinking
And our slow beating hearts
And it's better I drink, instead of stop to think now
Of all the things I don't think we can be
It's better to sleep now, and just pretend to dream now
Before this train comes to hit me