Libertine

I am feeling bored

Your eyes implored me to

Tone down the action

I may dance with love

But my taste brings me back

To being lonesome

Salutations keep imploding

My self wish to not die fast

I’m feeling like a submarine

I’m taking up space and caving in

You make it hard

Make it hard

Fall in love and let it die

You make it hard

Make it hard

Draw the line

That finds myself obtuse

Over the hills and the far-eyed mountains

You can find your lovely abode

But I paint life in champagne tones

So your white stare screams back goodbye

I’m feeling like a submarine

I’m taking up space and caving in

You make it hard

Make it hard

Fall in love and let it die

You make it hard

Make it hard

Draw the line

To find myself obtuse

Let me

Fall off the edge

I’ve been drinking up there

Your supersonic man

Can derive the rest

I’ve got boring cynic styles

In my hand

Juns’ a star, she lies all night

Muffy’s got the ethics of a supermodel type

It’s fun to be here

When you are not

And that’s grand

In past tense

So let’s dance

(Molly) Comic Sans

That’s grand

In the past tense

And smile

But you

Make it hard

Make it hard

I’ve got boring cynic styles in my hand

But you

Make it hard

Make it hard

It’s lovely to be here when you are not

It’s fun to be here when you are not

It’s lonely to be here when you are not