U Play Me Records

I come in a broken car with dashboard dust Big eyes and small experiences Mismatched dresses, shoes In a secondhand suitcase Hello, love, come on up To eight smooth stones set neat on a wall A beige house for copper pans No colorful fuss of first generational self-discovery And I wonder, do you ever shout Do you ever cry Do you think about how you'll die We sit down politely Like someone else can see us The neon Hollywood night can see us Palm shadows on the shades U play me records that flash past like birds Every shiny fleeting word We go for beer at one Your hand in mine hot, alive and moving LA nightclub glitter mouths The sky a bright ceiling and no wind You laugh and talk and I can't reply I'm stuck here wondering how we'll die I want to shout and I want to cry But I know we'll just get drunk and fuck In the morning I go North Like the fog you follow me Like eight smooth stones set neat on a wall You don't think of dying at all