P.o.s. - Jaded lyrics

[Dessa] Pose with a cigarette just to see who lights it first Aw love you didn't think the pirouettes would lift your skirt? On the phone with a close friend who's name you don't know Something bigger came up baby So sad you can't go It's amazing what they let you get away with in dim light And it's crazy watching you go pale in stage lights The handbills, the fan mail The photos that they shoot You show up just to look at them lookin' at you You've got that gold touch You've got that mad rush of the bored and over-lonely Adored by young strangers, a stranger to old friends You came up quick and now you've got the bad bends Can't remember which houses you live in which ones you visit Business is different than what you envisioned, isn't it? All this cause and not an effect yet Just gauze and Percocet Bump the set 'till God can hear it And quell this fear that I'm feeling that heaven is quite deaf [Hook: Cecil Otter] And all I hear is King me Love me Watch me Did he love me Honey kiss me Is she off me Naughty, you've been naughty La-dee da-dee Move your body [Cecil Otter] Or use your body language A, because it's easy to read B, because you're stuck in anxious-ville C, you don't speak easily Yeah, we can be mind-f** buddies Or the beast with two backpacks You just got to trust somebody After you s** somebody into your laugh track Your audience is crying And I know you've noticed You're focusing in circles dear I see your lips moving, but all I hear is "Does he still love me? Why don't he know that I'm in pain? Why don't he still need me? Why don't he know that I can change?" [P.O.S] Take steps like I don't wanna wake ya Not a sound from the floorboard, four more steps to the door Don't look back don't get shook, don't crack Don't act so took Don't tack another sorry on Time is gone for that, just go Maybe cause the time was wrong Up in the head but the heart's a strong one That's what I shoulda said Woulda coulda but the door still creaks Just leave, please just don't speak These dreams need sleep And I woke to a need to relieve not cope Hope don't float Hope sinks low Hope breeds free with the demons below Faith is a razorblade you can raise to the face Of any hangman that gives you the rope Just go [Hook: Cecil Otter]