Designer bar West Hollywood
A cigarette for two
Rolled-up bills on the East Side
The things that we could do
I'm tangled up in you
I'm giving in to truth
A guilty taste left on my lips
Two dancers in the dark
And one of us forgot the steps
We let it fall apart
The roles we new by heart
A controversial art
You light
My dark
So let
It haunt
Every vicious memory I know
So please
Give in
Virtue
Or sin
Every vicious memory I hold
Gave it all I wish I did
A flaw of mine but honestly
People talk and always say
I fall in love to easily
And fall apart to easily
I fell apart just look at me
Speak in tongues and drag it out
Stain our story flawlessly
The fucking empty words we say
That end up vicious memories
As tender as they'll ever be
Emotional accessories
Virtues of the damned
Our heads lost in the clouds
Is it better to accept
The things we won't allow