Bordeaux Lip Hard Coded
Force me down the road, my dear
Please force me down the road
I need to throw a fit each year
A manic episode
The stars never rise but I see them still
It's not even noon but I'm over the hill
Make the most of every minute until it's wasted
All wasted
(Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha)
Force me down the road, my dear
Please force me down the road
Rewire my ventricles and edit my source code
Eat, work, drink, fall in love, repeat
And every now and then a quick beauty sleep
The fall might be rough but the climb's too steep
Just face it
The stars never rise but I see them still
It's not even noon but I'm over the hill
Make the most of every minute until it's wasted
All wasted
(We're a little blasé and we have a lot of deadlines. And we don't enjoy the walk through the woods. The thing to do is to get to the other side and if we don't get to the other side of the woods the day is a failure. The deadline has not been met. And loving is all too short and all too disappointing and all too shallow. And loving is all too short, too disappointing, too shallow...)
The stars never rise but I see them still
It's not even noon but I'm over the hill
Make the most of every minute until it's wasted
Just face it
It's wasted
All wasted
All wasted
