my spine's a limousine that drives all night.

stare into the gruesome lights all night. and never see a fucking thing. count weddings on our fingertips and wonder why our love's so cheap. vegas, you're my dream unicorn. summer dress, so apocalyptic. in glossy treetops teens clap while they kiss in neon pastures pin-ups hook to your chest. out on the streets at night the money's well spent and pissed-off babies turn to pissed-off children.