Letras
The model perched on the bar
Floats in the eyes of all those dilettantes
Out on her break she stands and vapes
The powder on her face revealed in gold
I'm a little wasted on a dream
Sick shine under her cool gray eyes
Like sleep's an old friend she doesn't call
She came here for a slantwise fame
With a meaning so sure nobody knows
What it means at all
She says I don't have to follow any little rules
I just begin where I begin
And I die where my boots are
I'm a little wasted on a dream