Darlings Of New Midnight
At our parties, there's two guys for every girl
At our parties, there's two bodies for every cannibal
At our parties, there's two cooks for every entree
Whatever you want, you got
Just don't ask me to wait around because I will
And nobody ever makes up their mind
And it's that which makes me wonder what crazy really is
Because everyone seems to be just a little bit
Some more than others
And at our parties, we use sign language
God come on
We all stop for pedestrians
But as I stand here feeling all the braille of your back, I realize I may never have you again
Because you can lead my anywhere
Anywhere you want
As long as I don't get hit by a car
This is a celebration of our lethargy
Carnival clowns with six packs of wet eyes
They can smell our mischief in the air
I'm not trying to collect fingers here
I'm trying to ask you to sever your own
We've been stabbing at hands for awhile, still yet to hit our own
When I speak to you, it's so fluent
No eyes closed
Sisters of new midnight, come on drop your plans
If you devil in your diamond, then we'll gladly take your hand
Darlings of the past tense, catch up if you can
If this is living is your idol, then we're glad you understand
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