My Favorite - Homeless Club Kids

When the dance floor's full all the kids look so beautiful
When the dance floor's full all the kids look indivisible
The disremembered stars of architectural disasters
The disremembered stars as bright and lost as fireflies in jars
Do you really want to stay amongst these starving stowaways?
Do you really want to stay lost?
When the dance floor clears
I take a pack of matches as a souvenir
When the dance floor clears
I walk home alone with their voices still in my ears
The ghosts of dead teenagers sing to me while I am dancing
They're sad and young, and they'll be sad and young forever
And I cry until I throw up

Written by:
Andrea Vaughn, Darren Amadio, Michael Giacalone

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