Polite Company

She's the edge between the sacred and profane

And means at least one other language

You would never speak in Polite Company

She's a dancer, lone riddle in the answer

She auditioned for Romantics

But no calls from the right company

She'll never love the way you need her to, darlin'

You'll never lift her at all

She only wants the man she thinks is you, darlin'

You'll only take her if you think you could lose

So what if I don't find you, take you back?

I only want what I can't have

If you love me, give me nothing

But

Polite Company

We're the dance among the drunklegs, a contest between

Untied lace, pop-shoegaze, and 808 Heartbreak

We both caught the pace of two hearts, offbeat

What will hold you when the dance is through?

Put your back against the wall

Follow syncopated water fountain conversation

Making love inside a crayon covered bathroom stall

What if I don't find you, take you there?

I only want what I can't have

If you love me, give me nothing

Nothing

Some simple math

Two I can add

I ain't writing it down

I remember now what you came for, where your aim is

Maintain it

Try to burn the right glow

I'll be on my way out

I'll be over soon

Sober later

Fire that only I'd know

You've been on my Radar

Are you lonely too?

'Cause your coast is clear to get a hold on me

She's the edge between the cadence of my name

And on these walls another language we would never speak

In Polite Company