The Pacifiers - My Dear

My dear
You’re a model city
You’re dead inside but the blueprint’s pretty
My dear
With your eyes wide open
You’ve got too much to say to be so soft spoken
My dear
You’re a modern lover
When the thunder comes for you you run for cover
My dear
You’re a true heartbreaker
An ‘I don’t take no shit from no one’ mover and shaker
My dear
Your confetti’s always earned
And I got ticker tape to burn
I hope you never give me
Something real and actual
And I hope when I die
They find me listening to The National
With star spangled tennis shoes
And nothing unnatural on my face
And I’m trying not to give you
Nothing firm and factual
So I can make you laugh
Without it sounding weird and irrational
But I want nothing more
Than to wipe that little silver boulder off your face
My dear
You were saying something
About ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ and how to you it meant nothing
My dear
You’re a loaded revolver
You stomp around your kingdom like a ten foot toddler
My dear
Laying waste to nations
And showing up with party clowns and no invitation
My dear
You want to tell me about it
Want to see your own reflection in an astronaut’s helmet
My dear
Your confetti’s always earned
Still got ticker tape to burn
I hope you never give me
Something real and actual
And I hope when I die
They find me listening to The National
With star spangled tennis shoes
And nothing unnatural on my face
And I’m trying not to give you
Nothing firm and factual
So I can make you laugh
Without it sounding weird and irrational
But I want nothing more
Than to wipe that little silver boulder off your face

Written by:
Conor Lynch

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