Is It Sinister To Be So Seductive

Drink Down The Deepest, Darkest Reasons For Me To Stay... I sin in shapes while the dozer beats us both down By one or two, my thumb is fingering my cell phone After 3 or 4 I've got your voice choking the airwaves Baby the beat in my heart is much greater than the beating you've given me So I'll charm on I'll be the burden to your apple tree Your appetite is not right Anymore The pitchers here are for drowning out equality The lights are dim so we can all pretend that we are someone else The songs are loud because the only way to shake you off Is to beg them for a headache, and I'm... ...waking up (waking up) With headaches and pieces lost from the night before BUT WHAT THE HELL ARE FRIENDS FOR!? Tap me out like a quarter in the slot machines I've made a mess of your ragged little magazines Trendy eyes are the spies for the latest scenes And now my buttons are cut to look like pine trees (it makes sense to me, it makes cents for me) So write me off with your shoulder to the jukebox I've been here once, not twice And still I've got you figured out The whore On the dance floor Waiting for the biggest score DARLING! WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND! WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND! (ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!) DARLING! WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND! WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND! (ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!) DARLING! WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND! WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!