Elite Companion

I'll be the shape of your sadness I'm your elite companion tonight I'll do the things that you dare not I'll grab your smiles, and I'll pull them inside Well, it's a long hard climb Just to taste your life Oh, I cannot deal with my flavours Screwball, the sour taste It's a race to the bar room doors And I know what it takes No one escapes Up on a stage, and I'm weightless I wanna hide away, yet I need life Drop all the nice stuff, and pull me up There's flesh in a mirror long as this good mouth stays pretty And it's a long hard climb Just to taste your life Oh, I cannot deal with my flavours Screwball, the sour taste It's a race to the bar room doors And I know what it takes No one escapes Yeah, so I'll behave Yeah, so I'll behave Yeah, so I'll behave Yeah, so I'll behave