Epaulets

[Verse 1] She texts from the exit, says she's on her way over In an ocelot coat with the epaulet shoulders It's sweet 'cause I'm a sucker for the dictator chic And I'm good with the irregular heartbeats So now she's hanging with me And we've been sharing ideas And it seems like we've got similar interests And it seems like we've got similar problems I think we know the same people I think I know what she means [Chorus] She says she likes the way these little flames make everything all black and grey But sometimes all that smoke can make you sick Still a scorch mark or a blistered hand seems a whole lot better than Sitting around and waiting for the click [Verse 2] Her parents are in Paris, it's the best place we can access, yeah It's not exactly sanctioned man but she's still got a key She's traveling at top speed She keeps checking her heartbeat She puts her thumb to her neck [Verse 3] Then she kicks off her moccasins The buckskin always sucks me in Sets up in the restroom Says she's never coming out Unraveling the bandages Using all the toothbrushes She's crying 'cause the cotton looks like clouds [Bridge] Delores don't the clouds just get forgotten Once a stronger wind comes in we both know what'll happen We'll dissipate, we'll disappear Neon cigs and maintenance beers Call the guy and meet him on Manhattan All the things that we hold dear Our favorite bands, our deepest fears We both know exactly what'll happen [Chorus] 'Cause every time the clouds roll in you can't get sentimental And her jacket makes her look just like a general [Outro] And she's generally restless She's got the blistered hands Sends a text from the exit, says she's on her way over In an ocelot coat with the epaulet shoulders