Twilight Lovebite

Dinner conversation is impatiently berating all the things we like to do when we're young
Like gluing both our eyeballs to the screens of titillation or cutting off the heads of our toys
And suddenly they call out that heavens had a fallout, "there's no purpose but you're here for a job,"
The candle wax is dripping like a symphony that's sipping on a funky little tune called "mirage"

Here comes the hook, hook, hook
And here comes the feeling, feeling, feeling
Those are the stars, stars, stars
You're hearts are bleeding

Here comes the hook, hook, hook
And here comes the feeling, feeling, feeling
And it's just another twilight lovebite on your neck

Crawling through the bustle and trying to flex a muscle in any simple way that you can
The rats will start dancing when there's nothing but the captions that are shooting in and out of our mouths
And all the neon open signs are New York City fireflies, but no one's got a big enough net
The cult screen kisses are accompanied by hisses of a million lonely women's regrets

Here comes the hook, hook, hook
And here comes the feeling, feeling, feeling
Those are the stars, stars, stars
You're hearts are bleeding

Here comes the hook, hook, hook
And here comes the feeling, feeling, feeling
And it's just another twilight lovebite on your neck