Elegance, fashion, and taste
You and me and the world in one cold embrace
We pull out of it slowly when we feel out of place
We stuff crumpled receipts in cracks in the walls
So somebody might know we'd been here at all
As if poets and kings would sing of our rise and fall
It was our parents' generation, we should've remembered to call
Everybody's got a list to check off but
Nobody knows what they wrote it for
Well, you don't have to be like that with me baby
Lists never did me any good before
And you said "don't look at me like that"
But I only want you to be happy
Don't you go giving up the ghost on me
I only want you to be happy
And back at home
Your mind can soar
And I won't be there anymore
Elegance, a dry joke on the phone
Well, there's more to the story but I'll mask my tone
Cause we've got better hills to die on and troops of our own
When I think of the ideas they implanted in you
All the marks to fall short of, rusty twists of the truth
Sing me a song of that ruin like it had stolen your youth
In the haze of that memory I thought I'd lost it all too
But everybody's got regrets to shrug off
Everybody's got a friend they never call
I won't ever be a fly on you, babe
I'll crouch, cock it back, spear it to the wall
I won't look at you like that
I only want you to be happy
Don't you go giving up the ghost on me
I only want you to be happy
And back at home
Your mind can soar
And I won't be there anymore
I only want you to be happy
I only want you to be happy
I only wanted you
I want you to be happy
I only want you to be happy
I only wanted you