Pushover Songtext

This mad attraction's merely capillary, my dear.
Your sad addiction is the waltz of yesteryear.
We'll go downtown with our broken arms to make things different but we have to start right now.
I see right through you when you're standing in the wings.
I know it's hard to stay so made up;
I know it's hard sometimes to wake up.
Do you gain what you wanted to when you play the game by your own rules? And you know just how to hit me,
so go on;
make it look good.
I'm just what your body asked for when you were lying face down on the asphalt.