Johnny Foreigner - Elegy For Post Teenage Living Parts 1 And 2 текст песни

Part 1
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo so was it worth it?
Well if the dress still fits you fine, then I won't mind, your lipsticks smudged I'm hoping you realised.
I guess you learnt that love means sometimes hanging up on him and giving in, heavens still a seachange away.
I wish that I had a part in this.
I'm footnote small in a mental list you make each night in cold bed.
Fuck those oxygen freaks and their clear heads.
I wish this worked like the movies, I'm starting to feel like were acting it out;
The scenery froze and we're stuck in the scene where you lose all yr clothes; Go!
And with the ghosts of practiced routine we are mementos of a time line skewed by public fights, messy nights I dont recall and dont think I want to.
I wish that I had a part in this.
I'm footnote small in a mental list you make each night in cold bed.
Fuck those oxygen freaks and their clear heads.
I wish this worked like the movies, I'm starting to feel like we're acting it out;
The scenery froze and we're stuck in the scene where you lose all yr clothes, o we'll scrape our skin together like colliding ships at night, if our bodies are just vessels then our captains have gone blind in THIS LIGHT.

Part 2
And every broken heart song you heard was yours forever.
Slouching yr shoulders, I'd like to say I warned you so but maybe we sung too fast for you to catch.
I know we sometimes do that.
Well, whatever we said ended with “these reunions just get lamer every year.”
That was back 2 years and we're still here, chic chic.
Just hanging.
Like a glint in yr eyes or lint on yr tights under another ill-placed uv light.
Called ourselves amateur historians but this is base propeganda;
I let my heros slip, for how easy it'd be to george pringle this:
Still solar striker skinny hips and the skirts I'm sure you let yr sister pick.
And further down the platform, lets call them the dorridge kids.
All bleached platinum hair and doctor marten hissy fits.
All the talk of the trains they'd miss for the clubs they hit.
And (ooooooooooooooooooooooooo) how it's worth it.
You keep the line free and you stay by the phone because you know he'll call you sometime.
You keep yr nights free and yr tops low cut because you hope he'll notice sometime.
From self referenced sleepy kisses to each casio pseudo cymbal hit, I wish you were a part of this.
You keep yr mouth shut and yr heart encased because you know he'll break it sometime.
You keep yr fingers crossed when yr hands in his because you know you'll lose him sometime.
You keep yr nights free.
Johnny Foreigner.
Borrowing beats from The Plan since 2005.
And how we miss those guys.