Souvenirs

Peering over the balcony

glaring at the pier

ocean sparkling

something like a glass of Perrier

Pales in comparison

to when you shed a tear

looking like the Lichtenstein

that is hanging in the rear

With no plans

we're hanging like chandeliers

it feels like the whole planet has abandoned us here

puts a rubber band in her hair

gently lands on the tarmac with both hands on the steer-ing

I'm just reeling in the years

releasing the cheers

bet that sounds like steely to her ears

Fine Columbian

blind drunk again

stumbling

getting buzzed up without a shears

Bridge:

But have you seen the souvenirs

accumulating in the cellar

For numerous years

its a sight for curing hiccups

impossible not to stare

kept in near perfect condition

Symbolic and mostly rare

Chorus:

Yeah everything's delicate here

Like fine bone china from the dynasty era

I take care

Of all of my wares

Of all of these skeletons are trapped in this leer

So beware...

Verse 2:

...my dear

You don't wanna end up being venison

Caught up in the Rays of all that Edison

Mounted on a plaque next to the Wesslemann

Underneath these stars where they let us sin

Better play to win

With the cards that your peddling

Hella good hand like Kelly-Anne

but keep that pressed to your chest, like a medal pin

Now you're looking decorated veteran

but there's no medals for meddling in that medicine

Only the high you feel riding Ferris Wheels

Only the rush you get when it settles in

Vanity: "What's wrong? What? Tell me, come on "

Verse 3:

Doesn't matter

It's only matter right?

That moon's a satellite

and only getting fatter right?

The way it orbits around Earth

Gravity pulling on my girth

Satisfied

Sits on the futon, too strong

it's twisting your udon

Chopsticks and rhetoric

to express all the shit that you want

but if we were in public

I'm guessing you'll change the subject

either way i'm willing for swigging out of that cup set

Swivel in my Eames

while your demons are getting upset

Wigging out at the prospect

of me branching out into your love nest

Now you're looking flustered

heating up like the mustard

but mustered up the courage to be creeping out

with this roughneck

Puff chest

Gruffness

Rolling up cuffs could well be Bluto

For that, I give you kudos

but you barely have a clue though

Wine up too close

and end up losing the you that you know

Telling true stories

no pseudo jazz with the blue note

 

Chorus:

Yeah everything's delicate here

Like fine bone china from the dynasty era

I take care

Of all of my wares

Of all of these skeletons are trapped in this leer

So beware...