Picturesque and aimed at me Her eyes play tricks with history We strut around not knowing how to dance or decide whether to, Watch her float past crowds of smoke She walks through boys like she's a ghost And then she turns and dances over me Cos i dont know your name And you all look the same, darling Making speeches with your. (???) breezes And passed out on the stairs There's broken hearts and upturned chairs It must've been your words Pretentiously obsurd And there's t-shirts on the ceiling and people make believing But then i see her shoes they're leaning on the bathroom door Oh well till your man comes pushing past with branded fists and o laughs [?] Girls watched on