Vemo My Sad 71
Our neon lights are bleeding out
They leave behind new words hung in the night skyline
Flickering cues for our lies
The troubadours will strut their hour
In darkened halls their words belong to kid vampires
And not the man with the mic Â
And we promise to return
Like nothing in the world could tear us apart
Or could keep us whole
The story ends
Derailing
Cannot sustain it
No one has said your name in so long
We lied about desire
There's more to be deciphered in the day's headlines
When they're held up to the light
Such a permanent disaster
From there to the hereafter we retrace old lines
Fuck up the same way each time
Thought I saw you in the crowd
Your expression in a thousand faces
The story ends
Derailing
Cannot sustain it
No one has said your name in so long
My Sad 71
