Trophy Scars

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At 6 AM I was counting large stacks of cash You were feasting on the body of an angel in a taxi cab Though the driver was scared We paid him not to care Cheers to our youth, angel blood, and the heavens, and our reckless past At 3 PM we were full and asleep back at home on our leather couch We woke at 9, took a shower, I watched you dress, I helped you button up your bright blue blouse I ask you “What's your favorite state?” You shed a tear and said “Not tonight.” “So what you wanna do babe?” You roll your eyes and say “Not tonight.” And I think of your face, years ago on Easter day How you looked at my face When we went dancing in the pouring rain Aus Songtexte Mania