Warning - Cymbals Eat Guitars

Pennants stiffen on the strip

Wind is whipping through the tinsel

Fixed to the dealership

And you’re looking mighty ghostly

Just like Bowie on Soul Train

Wrapped in your sable

Let’s throw some brake light in the night

Oh It looks so nice to me

Oh no so what I wasn’t having no nightmares

Probably cause I couldn’t catch the REM

Warning

I am some kind of handful

Empty as a dream Grand Central

When I leave

Gonna need my body

The shape of true love is terrifying enough

Hope you’re telling me the truth

Getting goosebumps on your roof

Friendship’s the biggest myth

Heart is skipping like a Cessna stalling out and falling free

Live in the space between

Call the cat in from the dark

Singing born free on the porch

My love lives on

A positive sobriety birthday

A fifth remission anniversary

Warning

I am some kind of handful

Empty as a dream Grand Central

When I leave

Gonna need my body

The shape of true love is terrifying enough