on the news it says that all the ice caps are melting. and that all the countries are gonna go underwater. and that the world is gonna end in 2012. and that you can get cancer by talking to your friends on your cell phone.
we try to pretend that these things don't exist, flee like breath to dust across the cow-like form of america. we lock our doors, stop answering our phones, and close our curtains. sometimes we have to escape but only in the night when we can hide behind eyeliner or cigarette smoke. we swim in rivers of vodka and hate.
we love the movie stars and the lit-up signs of fast food restaurants or strip clubs, so pretty against the black crystal ball of sky. because somewhere in this mountain of tobacco and glitter there must be some gravity.
we try to pretend that these things don't exist, flee like breath to dust across the cow-like form of america. we lock our doors, stop answering our phones, and close our curtains. sometimes we have to escape but only in the night when we can hide behind eyeliner or cigarette smoke. we swim in rivers of vodka and hate.
we love the movie stars and the lit-up signs of fast food restaurants or strip clubs, so pretty against the black crystal ball of sky. because somewhere in this mountain of tobacco and glitter there must be some gravity.
