I can't play
When he wakes up She said
He can't play
When he thinks I'm growing up
That song Juno they did in the street
So many places to go and not one for me
Said the she
If they were pretty It'd be okay to say
But that day only
When she wore dresses She felt born
That song Juno say the words if you have streets
No one for me Said the she
That song Juno they sung in the street
Her husband of nineteen years
Danced madly at her feet
I can't play
When he wakes up She said,
"He can't play"
When he thinks I'm growing up
That song Juno they did in the street
So many places to go and not one for me
Said the She
If they were pretty it'd be okay to say
But that day only
When She wore dresses She felt born
That song Juno say the words if you have streets
No one for me said the She
That song Juno say the words if you have streets
I got a place in the Arctic Circle
I've got a place that I painted white
I've got a home in the salty ocean
So right, so right
All of the lions in your bedroom
All of the tigers we ignored
Pulling the wool down over your eyes
Yes sir, yes sir
You and your soapy eyes
Called it off so late at night
But your hand's on your heart
'Cause your head's always right
You and your soapy eyes
Called it off so late at night
But your hand's on your heart
'Cause your head's always right
I'm gonna go back for the science
I'm gonna stay for the decimals
No one will laugh or know the difference
Same old, same old
Fine, you were right
This wound needs ice
Fine, you were right
This wound needs ice
You and your soapy eyes
Called it off so late at night
But your hand's on your heart
'Cause your head's always right
You and your soapy eyes
Called it off so late at night
But your hand's on your heart
'Cause your head's always right
Bisect the polar opposites and tilt the world on its axis. Kill us to suit your selfishness. Then dim the stars to hide the evidence. Cover yourself to conceal the obvious and give my regards to anyone who ever mattered more than this did. You must have done something right. How the sea looked like lead. Flat as the sky and just as dead- when everything we loved came to an end. But there's no consolation anyone can possibly give. You must have done something right. You must have done something right? You must have...but I'll be damned if I know what it is. But that's how you win. That's how you win.
cast out in confidence. land locked or heaven sent. you went for broke till we were spent. rivaled by only all the snakes in your head. dropped out or braved the test. hands up or pay the debt. you went for throats till we were left dreaming about none of your charms. tell the world the devil wears a halo when the curtain's drawn. did it wear you down? being here? or is that just fear whoring at you for the first time? but it won't be the last cast out in silence and half-cocked in self defense. you wanted to know, no, this curse will never relent. did it wear you down? being here? or is that just fear lunging at you for the first time? the birds will kill you last cast out in a league with the blessed. always beautiful in circumspect. a sum lesser than the parts. a gain running at a deficit from the start. son you may have brains but you've got no heart. thinking out loud to do you harm. tell the nurse the angel hides his horns when the lights are on. the language. the blueprint. the second skin. the meaning. the divine math. the diagram. you were for broke till we were spent. rivaled only in your head. the sheriff. the reflex. a special word. a language unlearned. a light in the universe come to lift this curse. a language. a blueprint. a special word. you went for broke till we were spent. rivaled only in your head.
you said everything like it was an afterthough. you should have used it more wisely, that soul you bought. and now your mouth's running on, telling us all the was she went wrong. but nobody's listening and so soon we'll all be gone. wrong, so you didn't get it right. no one ever gets it right. what's it like at am 5 o'clock when all the love's asleep on your block. post memorial drive, you'll be the last to leave, to say your goodbyes to ghosts eternally lost inside. your son's hands stayed warm long after he died. it's all a matter of reaching. it's all a matter of covering. believe me it's nothing. believe me it's everything you never wanted it to be. it's all a matter of reaching. it's all a matter of struggling. believe me it's nothing. believe me it's everything you ever needed it to be. this can't be an afterthough. this right here is all i want. you are the beautiful you are the beautiful you are the beautiful you.
said joshua the anchorite, "wish is inherited from the site" in the name of all you do good i did evil just to prove i could. that's the thing you and pilate never understood. i killed everything i loved just to let anything except what's coming come. if you understand place and time passing cells losing their will until finally crashing you'd know it's almost past this chance. you had to run. "the purpose of my touch is to draw attention to the light, what would be the point otherwise? justin replied, as she lay in bed by your side. "is that how it's done?" "we use each other like axes to cut down the ones we really love" lasting erratic biology aside where you find shelter is how youl'l be defined. did you talk of things you don't understand? did you get your head and your ass served to you in your hands? this is just the first of infinite acts. "are we understood?" "do you think you did good?" "did you find the light?" remember- wish is inherited from the site. if you understand place and time passing cells losing their will until finally crashing you'd know it's almost past this chance. if you understand place and time passing cells losing their will until finally crashing you'd know it's almost past. you had to run. if you understand place and time passing cells lose their will until finally crashing you'd know it's almost past this chance. you had to run you had to run you had to run.
The stars are alive tonight. A beautiful sky tonight. He'll draw the curtains tight. He's here... She's not alone tonight, this and every night. The devil's man inhales her soul, so it goes. You'd think after 23 years she could rest her fears but this is not a dream and he is the ugly thing we've known about. We know about... But we never called it out. Eventually she flew away to NYC where she could breath more easily. Selling herself for fodder on the streets. And still the devil's man clings, screaming, "What about me?" Screaming, "What about me?" These days she calls me all strung low with everyone's favorite disease. In-between the screaming, the beatings...she's as happy as can be. She's as happy as can be. Or so she tells me. Right. Isn't that right? Right. Right. Isn't that right?
The writing between us is beautiful. Some of it is sad. But all of it is always useful and always funny. Even the angry, ankle-biting bits. It would be a shame to lose it all in some fit of rationale. One day you may be glad we chose to keep these letters. They do a better job of telling what was going on in our lives than any songs or photographs. But if you want to put them in the trash then I can't tell you not to. You could always save them in a file folder someplace or cart them around the globe for the next forty years...Occasionally retrieving them for posterity, A wiser and more just future-self scrutinizing the contents therein, with a keen mind, dry eyes and steady hands. You can play "Remember when we were young..." perhaps shaking your head only in pity for who we were when we were the people we are now? You heart long since given out. Or maybe not? Maybe you'll read the letters and your heart will race with joy for having known these times, these places, and those terrible-wonderful people. You will look back in your 70s and perhaps feel stronger, more contented in your quieter years for having suffered this time...the love and frustration, the awe and stupidity written on the pages. A correspondence hidden in the lines of your hands and in the creases of your face. Your blood will boil a volatile mixture of sex and sentimental yearnings. The thing, invisible hairs on your arms will sing a subatomic song...a sub-atomic song...in the near distance a bell will ring. The Mediterranean cruise ship you're on serves tea and biscuits at midday! You will say to yourself, (in that funny sort of parrot-like voice you do so fantastically): "HA! AHH!!! MMM...I like tea and biscuits with jam and marmalade...yeah, I'm gonna get me some." Though 73, you will scoop yourself up with ease and grace in one fluid motion, for even in your old age you will have such magnificent poise and stable connective tissue. The letters will be left to fend for themselves, vibrating with the air. Your son, George, who will be in his early forties by this time, will happen by. Recognizing the scraps of tickly blanket his mother has clutched since she was a little girl, he will sit down in the deck chair next to yours. He will spy the letters laying there in a tidy heap, humming on top of the grubby file folder in the breeze. Having had secret service training, coupled with his mother's finest investigative genius, he will be naturally inclined to snoop. He'll read the letters quickly and quietly, smartly having the good sense to keep a lookout for anyone who might come upon him. Especially his mum. As he reads, a snake of electricity will wrap itself around his spine. A slow-moving current will run itself out across every limb, through each perfect passageway, chamber and pore his mother gave him. He will look at the dates of the correspondence and his mind will reel, doing the math of your lifetime...putting faces to names and names to places. His guard will come down, no longer able to keep watch over the ship's passengers. On his fingers he will do a quick bit of age mapping, again putting faces to names and names to places. A few things very succinctly will become clearer to him. Like a squirrel foraging nuts, you will return to your deck chair, napkin in hand, jam on your fingers, crumbs on the upper lip, the teeth and gums toying with the goo that was once a biscuit. Seeing your son with the letters will feel like an icicle piercing your heart. Your eyeballs will quite literally bulge from the socket, (more so than they generally do). Despite your instinct to grab the tickly and run, you will rather, quite suddenly compose yourself. You will sit down adjacent and you'll not look at him in the face for many moments. Instead, you'll continue to nibble at your biscuits, while periodically pursing your lips and testing the symmetry of your jaw line. You will keep your eyes downward and your head slightly cocked sideways as though you were a sheepish four year old gazing at the sun from behind an anthill. You'll take a deep breath, and with the tact of a carrot, (as you sort of fidget in your chair), you will make some fashionably wise-ass remark. George will gaze upon you in dismay, feeling such happiness and confusion that he cannot bring himself to speak. In fact, he'll not utter another sound for the next seven years. In this moment, a weight will lift from you. A weight so great it cannot be measured or defined. It comes rising off you in layers, in waves, in levels and frames. The sum greater than all the parts you ever played, all the mates and barmaids you ever tamed. More numerous than all the cells you'd ever last along the way...and more terrifying in it's beauty than any imaginable hell. The sum that is more than you- the divine darkness, the vibration and naked light of your true being. All this will lift. It will collapse and rise like ashes in a barely visible aura around your entire body. It will flutter in the newly open space within you like a feather-down swirling from a goose upon the take-off. Later that evening, you will die with a smile on your face and love for all things, all people, all places and passing of time through your heart. Most of all, love for your son, because despite the odds he was kind, good and smart. The universe will reveal itself to you in your final tangible moments, willfully becoming a thread in the tapestry of all existence. Look at it this way- at the very least you'll never have to pay rent again. Your son will feel no sorrow at your passing, only respect, only calm. I wish I would have been there to see it, but no, by this time I will have been so many years gone. So yes, do what you like with our letters, if they are lovely and funny, then keep them. And if they are a burden to you, then destroy them. All in love, and all in the memory of the woman you will one day be, my friend.
He awakes to the dull light trying to force it's way in around the edges of the blanket. He's thrown up in front of the window. The room's painted a somber yellow-gold. In the dark it goes a soft, formless shade of nothing. He thinks this is where I'm coming from. The dark suits me.
A disaster of clothes, books, papers, food, and blankets greet him wherever he moves. It makes him nervous. He's only ever comfortable in his car and he hates driving. Rock and roll will never die, he thinks. Rock and roll will never die. "But my god, it deserves to."
He wonders what's been going on? The same shit.. New show but the same script. The party rages on he's sure. Now that she's gone it's probably gotten a little easier. A little worse for the wear perhaps but he's alone at last. He's alone at last. Alone at last. He's the last.
He used to be on top of his game. A real scene stealer. A ravenous baby-eater. Now at a 5 and dime, he's a glorified counter-top cleaner where nobodies remember his name.
So much so she loves him, so as it only seemed to hurt. Her devotion only made matters worse.
"Well you can caress it if you want to..." But as we've all come to find out, it may take more than love to keep the poison down.
She's someplace now as he's sweating it out- living low, high and dreaming of their forgotten, misplaced schemes. Where in the night to no one within reach, he screams, "Life takes you where it goes. Life takes you where it goes or so it would seem."
Confiez-moi une journee de silence.
who was it you said you were? and what was it you were sent here for? to drive him out so no one knows the true sentiment of your analysis now. slave to the assassin? bulgakov to woland's crowd. your ruse of sublime benevolence tapped out. a future lived in past tense right now. who was it you said you were? and what was it you were sent here for? bad cop wants to stir it up at the scene of the accident. good cop wants to kiss and make up. ever supressing the evidence court of opinion whispers" there's no point left" who was it you said you were? and what was it you were sent here for? "only your insincerity thanks him for waiting" stop off for a pack of smokes and a length of rope at the nearest safeway. hero slapped across your face. badly in need of belief to distract from this emptiness you mistake for feeling. who was it you said you were? mistaking might for miracles. and what was it you were sent here for? mistaking might for miracles? this is not going to hit you from behind but right between the eyes. watch the whole blinding light from the comfort of your car. a future erased by the things you never were. who was it you said you were? mistaking might for miracles? and what was it you were sent here for? mistaking might for miracles? born into oblivion, swept up and back out again "you'll leave behind all we ever did" "the only things forgotten will be the things you knew to hide" mistaking might for miracles. focusing on the spectacle, the purpose in the animal. who was it you said you were. mistaking might for miracles. what was it you were sent here for? mistaking might for miracles. find a sequence of numbers, all's revealed in the codes. while you sleep keep your ear on the dulcet tones. hell no, you're not wrong if you think you're alone. hell no, you wonder why they torch your car and smash your windows? who was it you said you were? and what was it you were sent here for? mistaking might for miracles. when you were young listening to "the lung" and acting like a kid who knew you'd always stay so thick. faking is not enough. wasting is not enough for this "you're not who you say you are you have no idea what you were sent here for."
I've got a time-bomb lost inside my chest. I've got a soft hits list running in my head. And now I can hear it clear- everything you never wanted to hear is here again. But I refuse to believe this is how it's gonna end. Here's the evidence to suggest there's something more and nothing less that this lifeless mess of dilenttantes and malcontents. I'm sorry, fuck your apologetic sentiments. Over the notes. Out of the clothes. Out from under the heroes everyone knows. Ashed the letters. Denied the liars when I got tired of all the smiles. Make a decision! Try to find hope in a hopeless situation. This thing we call salvation we can't find it on your station. Repetative soft hits until all we have left is the abject devotion of an artform devoid of all its charm. All its power disarmed. I always thought we wanted more- that ringing in our ears. Those words we all needed to hear.
You don't have to be strong if you don't want to be free. When you turn off the alarm I turn on you and I. I turn on my disease. Go.
Are you as cold as the North Pole? Or just bipolar? As dead to yourself as I was in your heart last September. Was it always this good or don't you remember? We don't care if you are unsatisfied. Drop dead before you'd ever come to life. Every moment terrified. A blackhole by nature knows there has to be someplace better. You'd know better. You don't care if you are unsatisfied. Drop dead before you'd ever come to life. You've worn our you welcome but it's better than the hell of being alone. You've worn out your welcome- you've become someone you wouldn't even want to know. Cradled in your January arms. Cold as the farthest star. I don't want to waste my whole life waiting for you to come alive. Waiting for you to see some sick sign. Watching myself fade from sight. As I crane my neck just to catch it- watching yourself disappear out of habit.
missing torsos keep quiet through dc nights and ny riots. suburban cops make a bored kind of violence. amplify the passing fad. the sun wouldn't give this sort of things a second glance. there's so little grace here this can't last. revealing too much light, stealing too much heat. raised on instincts long on needs. sorry we couldn't help keep you sane. a lifelong temporary incapacity pushing you away. but help is always on the way. retina, iris, optic pathway refract in exacting detail. had you left impressions i'd be you. had i done the math i'd have known to be more cruel. the denial's been scripted, names have all been listed before they've gone missing. i'd rather have my sisters the foreign familiars. i'd rather know the addict, the ghost, the convict. a geography under your skin, an invisible map of all the places you've ever left, of all the enemies you've ever had, of all the people you've ever been. a ghost hiding in every fiber under a surface so clean. a ghost passing from your throat each time you scream, haunting yourself. between too much light, too much heat, so many years with so much need. you strolled on in and set the angels free. you slid away and destroyed everything. too much light, too much heat. you come with all this history but you come from nowhere, afraid it all leads right back there. too much light, too much heat. missing torsos keep quiet on long drives. lost on memories so tired. holding hands through hard times and happiness, these years and every year should be your best. trying to take care of yourself and those you love, the survey of your surroundings is never done. too much light, too much heat. raised on instinct long on needs.
jogging they said it may improve your mental health but happiness? keep it to youself. god forbig you'd overcome, god forbid they're want you to move on. while the radio sings "you're not the only one". with worn out eyes i fade from the headlights. while you drop into those leather pants so tight. forget the scenes, the faces, the public disgrace. everything will change by never changing. within reach but out of breath, out of touch but forever swimming in this mess. all the hip kids wail in the cold, sucking the dying wounds of this town's dying soul. put on your punk belt and rock it for all the square cools. your city plans, your grids and dead ends spread sheets, sweaty hands and fancy laughs. get on your knees, i want to see blood and roses cutting at those feet. all under heaven trading in speculation and disease. all the hip kids wail in the cold bluffing to dying sounds of indie rock's dying soul. put on your punk belt and rock it for all the square cools. some called it suicide when she fell to the street from 18 stories high, some called it a sad, desparate way to die. but no one around here was saying anything that gave her a reason to try. choking on tears as you kiss hard on the mouth. a backwash of teeth enough to make your eyes fall out. we crawled up from your city streets. "i dare the divine to come and find me!" "baby be sweet!" sang with a sigh. a chorus of white belts met at the front lines. "where's it you think you will go?" "stay right here" "there's nothing out there for you to know" pay no mind, they'll just stunt your growth. all the hip kids wail in the cold, making out to the dying sounds of this town's dying soul. put on your punk belt and rock it for all the square cools. out of touch but within reach. this is not where you'll always be. someone somewhere will always sing the words you need.
When you lost the earth under your feet was anything different about how it looks now, the blank faces and the empty chill of this town? You climb over like masses of beetles. Sit down or serve yourself up for the meal. Everyone here's either dead or a vulture. Sub par control commanding a sub par culture. And look at you over there, oh so quiet- so neutral. Hiding out until you find one of use useful. Too much of a coward to be cruel. Your send couldn't come to soon. Made yourself a rich man. So self-impressed with your past while we're starving on history and breaking our backs. Nevermind your words- you act. Get the bleach- we want you off our hands. So focused- so sure but always restraining the urge to attack. I've kept my life at a distance- to live it and not write it down is to deny it's existence. Lost my way on your way out. We know you were wrong. This much you know is right. But we'll survive your oversight.
Without a whisper I could feel the impending disaster. Without a murmur- swallowed by the fracture. Anything anything anything to make your heart stop faster. Caress the inside like a boxer to the body. Until the body drops. All you ever wanted was all you gave. All you ever needed was all he took away. Your own private apocalypse. The self-loathed abandonment reflex. Blunt point though it hurts- the knife will always fit. Ecoute mon amie- are you listening? Does it hurt my enemy? Is the machine malfunctioning properly? All these tears still to come after me. All you ever wanted was all you have and all you ever needed was all he took away. A listening ear waiting to hear its name.
asleep on the shoulders of atlas while they watched the hospital halls. rehearsing the hurt till it's habit you washed your blood off the walls. got the call, there she was when fate planned this all. across the lines, transmission panicked sent down the spine, place-position granted. say hello to sin, your occasional friend. "you had me on a wager?" he had you on a bed. i held you like a stranger blissed out on regret. in each other's arms, we're overstayed our end. broadcast the calm. there were were dropping like bombs across the lines. the plans have all vanished there by your side. sinking into static a set of lies, agreed upon truth versus the words we use. a set of lies agreed upon the truth versus the words we use. a set of lies agreed upon desparately divided. just say something to fracture the silence.
We want you to act like nothing's wrong. Walk carefully in the dark. The human arrow. The animal error. Swallow hard against your inner horror- knowing you'll be alone forever. Marked, lost and zeroed in the weather. You'll comply since we must move on. But you'll say the words like no one else has ever sung this song. Around and out, battered down until someone comes around. Someone who doesn't care where you're from or what to you's been done. You saved for me a memory of my former-self but I won't ask if you promise not to tell. Lord knows we really never had much else. Well it slides in real slow. You slide out real slow. When she died she was just twelve years old. Every second since trying not to let go. Here in the aftermath there's always the after-taste. Alone in afterglow there's always the shadow of your face.
we wanted you for a song to carry us aloft. to sing every note from the moonlit rooftops on your skin. i feellike i'm in a dream, caught under some invisible force smothering me. we will always see you there by the window, amazed by your form in the soft glow. there was no mystique left in this misery, watching cars slide up and down the highway i wanted more i wanted more. you could have said there's no hope but you didn't. the only truth we ever needed to know. i'd love to sleep but it's so strange that our lives can just go on and on this way. limbs. i feel like i'm in a dream, caught under some invisible force smothering me. i wanted more i wanted more time.
There's something I just gotta say
But I'm afraid things are gonna change
You know we've been friends forever
It's been going up inside of me
Now it's time for you to see
That we belong together
Liftin' on my own two feet,
Set it on the ground, baby
So let me tell you what it does to me
I feel like there's no gravity
There is no remedy for me
Like insanity tearin' me, changin' me (changin' me)
When I'm with you it feels just like
Like everything's right, this whole time
There's no gravity, tearin' me, changin' me
I've been denyin' it for too long
Lyin' to myself, but it's too strong
Look at me, I'm dying here
Cause I want us to be
More than friends you and me
Take this chance, levitate with me
Liftin' on my own two feet,
Set it on the ground, baby
So let me tell you what it does to me
I feel like there's no gravity
There is no remedy for me
Like insanity tearin' me, changin' me (changin' me)
When I'm with you it feels just like
Like everything's right, this whole time
There's no gravity, tearin' me, changin' me
Close my e1, clear my mind
I'm seeing everything so clearly
I should be your man
Show you now, like you never seen
Sweep you off your feet
Like there's no gravity
There is no remedy for me
Like insanity tearin' me, changin' me (changin' me)
When I'm with you it feels just like
Like everything's right, this whole time
There's no gravity, tearin' me, changin' me
I feel like there's no gravity
There is no remedy for me
Like insanity tearin' me, changin' me (changin' me)
When I'm with you it feels just like
Like everything's right, this whole time
I've been lost for so long
Tryna find my home
Looking for a place I'd see myself going home yeah
But no matter where I go
No matter where I home
Ain't no home as long as she's gone gone
I'm coming back home
Yes I am
I'm coming back home again
Shawty that you know that I feel just right at home
Wherever I go with you but
Just wanna spend my life with you
Wherever as long as you're there
Shawty that you know that I feel just right at home
Wherever I go with you but
Just wanna spend my life with you
Wherever as long as you're there
Yeah yeah
June 25 start to think about where to settle down
Maybe it's going too fast to ready now
But all I know right now is that I need
You going hanging next to mine
Wanna see your face when I wake up
Everyday
Yeah
So now I'm coming back home
Yes I am
That's why I'm coming back home again
Shawty that you know that I feel just right at home
Wherever I go with you but
Just wanna spend my life with you
Wherever as long as you're there
Shawty that you know that I feel just right at home
Wherever I go with you but
Just wanna spend my life with you
Wherever as long as you're there
I've been to so many places
So many things I've seen
But there is really no other place that
I've rather be oh
Cus home is where you are (where you are)
But I'm so far away (take me home)
Shawty that you know that I feel just right at home
Wherever I go with you but
Just wanna spend my life with you
Wherever as long as you're there
Shawty that you know that I feel just right at home
Wherever I go with you but
Just wanna spend my life with you
Wherever as long as you're there
Tied to the testing of wills, and my heart breaks and spills
Left to the sight of the sky, in your arms I'm defined
Thrown to the wolves in the minds of your enemies
And I'm stone in the eyes of your foolishness
If this is what I'm meant for , no longer interesting
Fall forward just to even the score
Just a thought to you
And I'm nothing more than a line in your book
I don't miss you.
I woke up I was clinging to,
Some bed sheets and a use-by date.
I had disappeared in who did what.
(The wrong in wanting what you didn't want)
I don't miss you.
Or your vacant places.
I stood up, saw, I wanted to be Junoesque embodied.
(The more supreme kind of sexuality)
I keep holding on,
And suffocate the workings of something better coming along to change me.
I don't miss you and I am never ever going to miss you.
If I am choked I will be running from,
A court jester and King Solomon.
A solifidian six pointed star,
(And of course what you really are)
I have such trouble letting go,
As I re-run and double check what I know,
A sonneteer is waiting at the front gate,
Begging me to open up and change.
No, I composed myself for you.
Reduced. Nothing happened.
My loneliness is one thousand times forgiven.
You want a girl for pancakes and corsets and cupboard space.
And my loneliness is one thousand times forgiven.
I'll compose myself and I'll push you right over.
I'm not going to be a lost star ship (sorry honey)
Never was a girl for a mistake,
horses and cut-and-paste.
it's juno, it's juno
i don't wanna be a player, hey, for you
for you
i'm gonna raise it, sadness, remember, already
i think about, already, hey, for you, for you
your behaviour shy kid
your behaviour
i wonder you
are you real?
are you real?
for you, sweet thing
for you he wrote no t--?
for you he wrote something else
it's juno, it's juno
i don't wanna be a player, hey, for you
for you
i'm gonna raise it, sadness, remember, already
i think about, already, hey, for you, for you
your behaviour shy kid
your behaviour
i wonder you
are you real?
are you real?
shy kid
for you, sweet thing
for you he wrote no t--?
for you he wrote something else
juno, it's juno
i don't wanna be a player
for you, sweet thing
for you he wrote no t--?
for you he wrote something else
don't be far from
don't be far from me
don't be far from
my lips are sealed, my lips are sealed
my lips are sealed, my lips are sealed
my lips are sealed, my lips are sealed
my lips are sealed, my lips are sealed
dropout!
my lips are sealed
do you gimme the dropout?
my lips are sealed
gimme the dropout! dropout!
my lips are sealed, i can see you
my lips are sealed
gimme the dropout!
my lips are sealed, my lips are sealed
my lips are sealed
dropout!
my lips are sealed, my lips are sealed
my lips are sealed
it's juno, it's juno
i don't wanna be a player, hey, for you
for you
i'm gonna raise it, sadness, remember, already
your behaviour shy kid
i wonder you
are you real?
shy kid
