Lost Angeles

She's not alone
She's not alone

I'm definitely not the wisest

With no ideas in the slightest
Of how I'll ever deal with you (you're not alone)

The parked car of my desires
Watching words like your tripwires
As if I'll get my hands on you (you're not alone)

Here today, now gone tomorrow
Here returning your time borrowed
Red lining your lips like a stop light
Telling me, "Don't pass on the left"

She's close to whoever's close to her,

A bombshell with a short fuse for cute

A gal with a middle name made of danger,

Custom tailored with a bit lip just for you

Boots made of suede treading broken bones

She's not alone, she's not alone.

I see that you're spoken for
Newspapers based on the penned lore
Second headings focused on you (you're not alone)

Pulling strings, well I imagine
Just a hobby, satisfaction
Are Broadway's lights lit for you? (you're not alone)

My life belongs on loop on the 80's silver screen
A lesson to those who wear their hearts on their sleeve
Boys standing in the rain, ruining their paper crowns
They're getting up twice as hard as they're being put down