Contains elements of "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now" performed by The Smiths and written by Morrissey & Johnny Marr.
lyrics
Oh god, here we go
Just another night out with the tremolo girls
and the gay boys they call their own
Everybody's looking for someone to
Trade names and URL's
The sun comes up but you never can tell
'Cause it's so bright beneath the lights
of the iPhone screens
Left hands with champagne flutes
All the movie stars take pictures of you
As a complacence sets in me
This isn't where I want to be
'Cause I'm with you, this much is true
Though you wouldn't know from the rounds you do
I just want a date that doesn't roam
I guess that you could say that I'm
just a little bit bored
in this digital world
I'm double-clicked and sick of this shit
that never makes me happy
I want a place to go
where I can be alone
And leave the sound of mounting parties
somewhere far behind me
Oh god, here we go
The night's on fire for the tremolo girls
As your narrator takes his time
with calculating his goodbye
'cause I've lost patience with your friends
and I wouldn't waste my time again
I'll just show myself outside the door
and find a bottle to implore
One day you will go through your inbox and
suddenly realize that
Everything you wanted was once
Asking to see you
Inbetween festivites
He foolishly believed that
you were something worth saving
credits
from Violinism,
released July 3, 2009
Brett: beats, vocals, samples
Johnny Marr: electric guitar
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