The Stripper Has No Navel

Heaven’s in the details, the intersections
The line between devotion, hatred, and affection
I found perfection in imperfection
In broken noses and other things
'Cause if you’re broken, everybody’s broken
Everything aches like a knife in cake
Crash course like a mosquito underneath an elbow
You can’t go off into the evening without even thinking
True love and the afterlife
Two sirens you might
Never find so why waste your time
Chasing a fallacy?
She says she loves the sound of cars colliding
Pigeons hitting windows and bridesmaids crying
It’s the little things that make her heart sing
A crooked finger, a naked neckline
She rips the zipper, kicks the table
Oh, my stripper, she has no navel
True lust and the aftertaste
Two sirens you might
Never find so why waste your time
Searching for a movie scene?
True love and the afterlife
Two sirens you might
Never find so why waste your time
Chasing a fantasy?