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