Tasting

Empty conversation with cigarettes and dark sunglasses.

Russian girls studying romantics, just moved in now with her auntie.

Now I'm speaking to a face while she's distracted by the leather jacket who just got off the stage. I feel thoughtless, do you even care for my. . .

Empty conversation with cigarettes and dark sunglasses.

Russian girls studying romantics, just moved in now with her auntie.

Now I'm speaking to a face while she's distracted by the leather jacket who just got off the stage.

I feel thoughtless, do you even care for my name?

Leave the bar without telling my friend.

I ventured into the cold and play pretend that my phone's not at five percent.

My mind escapes to the comfort it knows best.

Taste the thought of the softest lips I ever knew.

I'm a subway, I'm a dirty replay, I'm a mannequin with no hair.

I'm a broken reflection, I'm the photograph of you and number two.

I'm a pack of Vogues, I'm an uncracked joke, I'm the mirror in your eye.

As we sit beside this canal and I, you cradle my head and tell me you want to go to bed.

But not alone, so I take you home.

But the drink drinks get me out of this.

Empty conversation.

Empty conversation with cigarettes and dark sunglasses.

Russian girls studying romantics, just moved in now with her auntie.

Now I'm speaking to a face while she's distracted by the leather jacket who just got off the stage. I feel thoughtless, do you even care for my. . .

Empty conversation with cigarettes and dark sunglasses.

Russian girls studying romantics, just moved in now with her auntie.

Now I'm speaking to a face while she's distracted by the leather jacket who just got off the stage.

I feel thoughtless, do you even care for my name?