Doom Dance

Smoke your cigarettes, boy
And try to keep the hounds from closing in on your sedentary sin and
She wears your eyes like earings
Her brow adorned with stolen sights and smells
And other precious private hells
'Cause you don’t feel
The difference between hard memories and steel
She’ll never know
The difference between your cold melancholy
And the falling snow
This is all you get when
The words you dearly spent aren’t taken in
Thought they melt right through your skin
And the boys are always staring
But she despises them, or so she claims
Still, she memorizes all their names
'Cause you don’t feel
The difference between hard memories and steel
She’ll never know
The difference between your cold melancholy
And the falling snow