I can see you there
standing in your studio relishing
in the faces of your followers
creaming their jeans over your creations
lightbulbs hanging from the cealing by telephone cords
and photographs of babies dressed as dictators
trying to prove that innocence still exists
when we both know that this world
was robbed of its innocence a million years ago
you might fool some people but I can see right through you
professional hipster, wearing tie dye underneath your skin
and an overpriced suit on the outside
painting your lips with designer brand
translucent rasberry lipstick
and kissing your acquaintances
a kiss for each cheek
I want to know how you can fake it so well
hiding behind your little purple door
counting money while I’m busy counting lies
was it easy to push your dreams so far away
so deep in the back of your mind that they may as well be in your shoes
did you ever think you’d be here
that you’d sell your soul to the devil
because I’m afraid that you might be my future
and I would rather stand at the end of the dock with Mr.Gatsby
gazing at the green light across the river
holding on to hope forever
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC
I can see you there
standing in your studio relishing
in the faces of your followers
creaming their jeans over your creations
lightbulbs hanging from the cealing by telephone cords
and photographs of babies dressed as dictators
trying to prove that innocence still exists
when we both know that this world
was robbed of its innocence a million years ago
you might fool some people but I can see right through you
professional hipster, wearing tie dye underneath your skin
and an overpriced suit on the outside
painting your lips with designer brand
translucent rasberry lipstick
and kissing your acquaintances
a kiss for each cheek
I want to know how you can fake it so well
hiding behind your little purple door
counting money while I’m busy counting lies
was it easy to push your dreams so far away
so deep in the back of your mind that they may as well be in your shoes
did you ever think you’d be here
that you’d sell your soul to the devil
because I’m afraid that you might be my future
and I would rather stand at the end of the dock with Mr.Gatsby
gazing at the green light across the river
holding on to hope forever
