Jaded

[Dessa]

Pose with a cigarette just to see who lights it first

Aw love you didn’t think the pirouettes would lift your skirt?

On the phone with a close friend whose name you don’t know

Something bigger came up baby

So sad you can’t go

It’s amazing what they let you get away with in dim light

And it’s crazy watching you go pale in stage lights

The handbills, the fan mail

The photos that they shoot

You show up just to look at them lookin’ at you

You’ve got that gold touch

You’ve got that mad rush of the bored and over-lonely

Adored by young strangers, a stranger to old friends

You came up quick and now you’ve got the bad bends

Can’t remember which houses you live in which ones you visit

Business is different than what you envisioned, isn’t it?

All this cause and not an effect yet

Just gauze and Percocet

Bump the set 'till God can hear it

And quell this fear that I’m feeling that heaven is quite deaf

[Hook: Cecil Otter]

And all I hear is

King me

Love me

Watch me

Did he love me

Honey kiss me

Is she off me

Naughty, you’ve been naughty

La-dee da-dee

Move your body

[Cecil Otter]

Or use your body language

A, because it’s easy to read

B, because you’re stuck in anxious-ville

C, you don’t speak easily

Yeah, we can be mind-fuck buddies

Or the beast with two backpacks

You just got to trust somebody

After you suck somebody into your laugh track

Your audience is crying

And I know you’ve noticed

You’re focusing in circles dear

I see your lips moving, but all I hear is

"Does he still love me?

Why don’t he know that I’m in pain?

Why don’t he still need me?

Why don’t he know that I can change?"

[P.O.S]

Take steps like I don’t wanna wake ya

Not a sound from the floorboard, four more steps to the door

Don’t look back don’t get shook, don’t crack

Don’t act so took

Don’t tack another sorry on

Time is gone for that, just go

Maybe cause the time was wrong

Up in the head but the heart’s a strong one

That’s what I shoulda said

Woulda coulda but the door still creaks

Just leave, please just don’t speak

These dreams need sleep

And I woke to a need to relieve not cope

Hope don’t float

Hope sinks low

Hope breeds free with the demons below

Faith is a razorblade you can raise to the face

Of any hangman that gives you the rope

Just go

[Hook: Cecil Otter]