Smolder my company
And dress my jokes in Chardonnay gowns.
I'm the talk of the town, the talk of the town.
No-one waited for me
I've been left at the time where I feel least afraid;
For more than a decade I've been 17.
Cascading parades take place
When you least intend it;
A fetished decay of all you comprehend;
Time is killing me,
Time is on a killing spree,
She owes me so I know she'll spare me the time.
I surrender my mind,
Please spare me, sweet time,
I've been left behind
Because nobody waited.