We take sour sips from life's lush lips
And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships
Stop by this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say
"I know you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding"
And we might have started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones in a glass room

Whoa-oh oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh, far from the genuine becoming

We keep the beat with your blistered feet
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend and dreamed
We're just syncing with the melody of the kiss of eternity
Got postcards from my former self saying, "How've you been?"
We might have said good-byes just a little soon
(Somehow this disaster town)
Robbing lips, kissing bends under this moon

Whoa-oh oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh, far from the genuinely cunning
Whoa-oh oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh, far from the genuinely cunning

It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells got out to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
But I'm just tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
We're the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter

Whoa-oh oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh, love songs so genuinely cunning
Whoa-oh oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh, love songs so genuinely cunning

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