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The Good Dancer
My first torch song, with layers of reverberating piano.
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Take charge
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Lyrics
come close
lean in closer
I've got a confession
my songs are all lies
I never much liked you
(at least, not at first)
just wanted to be like you
with your sharp teeth
and your juggernaut heart
mowing down everything in its way
and pre-emptively
(striking before I could get close)
like the president and more paranoid than me
and even
the times when I cried
I was always laughing
a little inside
I still remember
the steam rising outside
open window, and
your eyes shifting side to side
touching your face and looking around
like a liar (but you were a good dancer)
I found
the letter that she sent
it said you're leaving me
she just wanted to know when
and what's worse:
the words were all spelled wrong and bubbly
(purple pen, purple bruises on me)
I've turned twisted and ugly
oh, what's become of me?
guilty hearts
they glow in the dark
how did you think you could
hide your treachery from me?
(I was onto you from the start)
so now I'm set free
I'm myself again
only colder by several degrees
lean in closer
I've got a confession
my songs are all lies
I never much liked you
(at least, not at first)
just wanted to be like you
with your sharp teeth
and your juggernaut heart
mowing down everything in its way
and pre-emptively
(striking before I could get close)
like the president and more paranoid than me
and even
the times when I cried
I was always laughing
a little inside
I still remember
the steam rising outside
open window, and
your eyes shifting side to side
touching your face and looking around
like a liar (but you were a good dancer)
I found
the letter that she sent
it said you're leaving me
she just wanted to know when
and what's worse:
the words were all spelled wrong and bubbly
(purple pen, purple bruises on me)
I've turned twisted and ugly
oh, what's become of me?
guilty hearts
they glow in the dark
how did you think you could
hide your treachery from me?
(I was onto you from the start)
so now I'm set free
I'm myself again
only colder by several degrees
