The Hostess, the Actress
We're so impressed with your tact and gracefulness
So show us your next move
A breakdown, a tendu
How else do you plan to impress us?
I want to turn it off, I want to cough it out
My plan's for approval, but all I keep saying is
"Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!"
So take me home, and take my clothes
Throw them far away so that I can hardly see them
Close enough so that I can quickly go
When you get close
Leave me alone
Just take me home
The heirloom, that black dress
The way she moves is weightless
Held up and pushed right into place
So well constructed
Your posture, your hairdo, mascara
The frown on your porcelain face
I want to say I love you, I swear I do
My plan's for approval, but all I keep feeling is
"Walk away from me! Away from me! Away from me!"
I lost that feeling of lonely when you said you wouldn't stay
In a typical, cyclical fashion I think I threw you away
And I'm not scared to sleep alone
I'm just scared for you to know I prefer to stay awake
released March 5, 2011
All music performed by the Golden Age of Radio, produced and mastered by Jeff Rosenstock.
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