Prom

Baby, tie my wrist before I hit the sun
'Fore the back seat
Blows right out throughout the window's gone
Now what's this city, who's the people?
Oh, alright
I'm dressed up pretty, real delightful for the night
But I was nearly suicidal 'fore your car arrived
Moving up to the villas
Kill a bit of time
Prom tomorrow night
Tasting sweet how the wind blows
Get your head inside
I need you here alive
Now what's this city, who's the people?
Oh, alright
I'm dressed up pretty, real delightful for the night
Moving up to the villas
Kill a bit of time
Just for one last time
Now maybe
This is the last of what there is to feel
It's only different places
Poor imitations
Fucking actors trying to speak like you speak
Moving up to the villas
Kill a bit of time
Prom tomorrow night
Tasting sweet how the wind blows
Get your head inside
I need you here alive
Now what's this city and who's the people
Oh, alright
I'm dressed up pretty, real delightful for the night
Moving up to the villas
Kill a bit of time
Just for one last time