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