Versailles

Alex, I know, we said we'd leave America Beeline for all we see of us in art nouveau North of Chamonix, where I'm still cheap And you were feeling low Four Calvados should ruin us Enough to ask, "What if I let go?" The west, you know, is filled with gold But I won't find you there - (it's just) a feeling that I have Based on mid-class talk through old Midwest exhausts In Dead Lou's Hall of Mirrors We might have lived forever Alex, I'm bored, and busy writhing on the floor It's no wonder why nobody lasts long in Versailles Things have probably changed I know I am not the same Maybe - probably - it wouldn't kill either of us To leave, and tally who's lost It's too bad We have a lot to lose Siblings all but dead Good jobs Endless debt Lists of what I want With stars near my least favorite ones Man, I swear, you're drunk, you're drunk, you're drunk You were so bizarre, pretending that I'm far And I was like you then, just fearless of death You get so bizarre, when I'm a little lost