She's always walking through,
no claws ever get to sink into,
I'm sidelined, foaming, chomping at the bit,
buying bouquets and greeting grins,
there seem to always be too many others around,
we could sneak into the bathroom-discover what the fuss is about,
I remember you dressed all in black,
the second time we collided-- it was the funeral of my tact,
I hope to sweat the summertime to smithereens,
with you, my distant venom queen,
if it happens--what luck,
if not-what the fuck?
We sway to stolen melodies in hazy suburban cities,
we fight tooth and nail for the upper hand of witty,
moving in opposite directions in the name of discovery,
do you want to learn revelry?
I do, I do, I do.