i read my fortune's face down
and she's the patron saint of selling out
spitting our secrets off building tops
i for one keep my mouth locked up
this teenage romance is an open casket
more than room for two, theres room to move
just a tad to dramatic, a tad to nostalgic
to handle the truth
am i going crazy, is she dancing with me?
sleeping on the pavement
with her make up on my teeth
threw trash out to passing cars
if i know you, you don't know who you are
my minutes are picking up the pieces
tonights slipping through her fingertips
it's too soon to make the news
but never to soon to make the moves
we're a safe bet, but over stretched
spent torn buttons from empty pockets
i'll paint your best dress
young baby blue to restless ruby red
am i going crazy, is she dancing with me?
sleeping on the pavement
with her make up on my teeth
threw trash out to passing cars
if i know you, you don't know who you are
[instrumental bridge]
am i going crazy, is she dancing with me?
sleeping on the pavement
with her make up on my teeth
threw trash out to passing cars
if i know you, you don't know who you are
am i going crazy, is she dancing with me?
sleeping on the pavement
with her make up on my teeth
threw trash out to passing cars
if i know you, you don't know who you are
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