Ghost World - Gone To Rest

2 am and my good sense has gone to rest
Now I'm stuck in this naive glow
Thinking, god I hope those pictures were tasteful
Now I'm sitting on all these empty invitations
Trying to find where all these like-minded people are
But when I get there, they're all pastel color bound
And really reaching for some discourse over the end of the last criterion
I guess it's fine
She calls me up and says I like your joie de vivre
But then just cheapens it with alcohol and it loses all its meaning
But everyone went a million miles an hour
And I'm still trying to figure out what the stars have to do with the way I cut my fucking hair
Yeah I'm doing just fine
With the slums and the losers
I'd take it all back
Just to respect myself again
Yeah I'm doing just fine
With the slums and the losers
I'd take it all back
Just to respect myself again
And I thought I'd make it to the next one
But there's still drinks across your table
I'm so sick of self-esteem versus validation
And their faiths in moderation
Well it's barely past eleven, I guess you'd say we're doing alright
I guess we're doing alright
We don't need your blessing we're alright
That's all I want we're alright

Written by:
James Cisneros

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