Double Dare Me, Vanity

c'mon the covers can't cover this up
we're such a pretty mess
spilt smiles on yr bedroom floor
and hung them on our lips

and weeks spent in yr reflection
"haven't you found me yet?"
my therapists thinking it must be love,
well me "just a side effect.
"

well i know we won't go down without a fight
but i'm a lover with a habit to bed
so oh so sweet talkers
stay gold or stay right here

i see shooting stars and loaded words
aside my own decent
so i wear a desperate tragedy
underneath my skin

and i confess i'm only missing me
take a bow for staged dreams
and roses run through my veins
straight to the heart you threw up in

and the city never slept, i slipt into it's sheets
so melt yr eyelids
come see what melbournes made of me
yr crowds are woven puppets, composed of words to subtle
to see through our mirrored vanity