The Awkward Stage - I Love You, Hipster Darling Lyrics
It's not like you to call when skies are blue, and it's not like you to call at all,But some heavy rains bring a call or two to complain no one ever calls you.You want me to understand, you want me to forgiveYou're holding my spleen in your hand, and you're screaming that you're sensitive.You've figured out nothing all the time you've beenWriggling around in your thirties skinDangerous to lonely and famous menYour fading beauty is your only ticket inAnd stars seem to shine on after they are dead; you chase their false glow to its hollow end.They always tire of you in bed; they shine on while you're on the mendThese stars seem to shine on after death; a lingering long kiss goodbyeYou try to kiss lips and get breath, I love you is echoed from on highYou're just trying to shine while you're still aliveBut your shimmer's ever dimmer all the more you striveWaiting for that limousine to arriveI'd love you well without all that shuck and jiveI love you, my hipster darling, I love you, my hipster darlingI love you, my hipster darling, I love you, my hipster darlingYou speak of your life with such drama, an epic biographyBut where in that life hides such trauma as to result in such insecurity?You ***** like you're running for office, you ***** like you're running for your lifeYou ***** through your guilt like a prostitute novice, a mistress but never a wife.There's not enough attention in the whole wide world to satisfy the rejection felt by this girl
