A poppy rock track with a dark edge, spinning a tale of jaded jet-setters and broken promises
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No one's going to put me in that pretty box,
standing in my way...
A pale explosion, and I feel the locks
snapped around my waist
As the sun is setting on this dirty town
Toast all our dear friends who
Can't be found -
Finish up your drink
And take a step out of my way
Come on down - if you think it's over
Come on down - then you might have told her
Come on down - and kiss me sweet
Now that it's too late
Looking down from 30K
at everyone home asleep
I raise a glass to every solemn promise
that I can't keep
To Miss Konforma:
please go go good by
One of us was toxic to the good times
No, not I... no not I
Come on down - if you think it's over
Come on down - then you might have told her
Come on down - and kiss me sweet
Now that it's too late
Here's to the petals and chemicals, the professionals
That keep me so high... Gathering chunks of
Summer memories for my future
Winter mind
Well we all cut, baby, just to make sure we bleed
I've got no needle problem but a similar need
One of us was toxic to the good times
No, not I... no not I
Come on down - if you think it's over
Come on down - then you might have told her
Come on down - and kiss me sweet
Now that it's too late
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