The neon burns a hole in the night,
And the Freon burns a hole in the sky.
You can find my kind living right on the fault line,
Eyes on the seaside, lives on the B-side,
Kites on the power-lines.
I know what he tells you,
But I don't know why you believe it or leave it alone.
It's just us walking home and dodging cars.
The rest of the believers follow brighter burning stars.
A pushpin through my sternum,
I spent a long year under glass,
Watching your reflection in the cases as you passed.
And cupid limps in two years too late with a love letter for the ugly sister.
I'm sorry but you missed her, Mr. Mystery to me,
How lost you seem to be.
From beneath, it all looks the same,
Gum-covered and rusted from the rain.
The neon burns a hole in the night,
And the Freon burns a hole in the sky.
You can find my kind living right on the fault line,
Eyes on the seaside, lives on the B-side,
Kites on the power-lines.
Maybe you were right all along.
I say I'm sorry less than I am wrong.
So here we are, both half-starved.
You make it look so hard.
I'm a shadow-boxer waiting for the other girl to make the first move,
And I'm a sad imposter, don't let the battles pick you.
We never do go over, we always gotta go through,
Love to sleep by the hum of the machine.
Veins filled with grenadine,
It's just a fever dream to me.
