Buffalo Gals

We're making habits out of vanities
and gospel for the stalls.
The less you breathe
the more you see of it all.
The lion's share is courting the teen;
one hand holds them back
while the other is holding me.
We don't connect
but we're both disconnected.

Woah, oh yeah!
We're so in love or else
we're waving unloaded guns in the air,
but it's the same thing, ain't it?

I'm only here to give
you someone to leave
when you get bored,
but the first mistake's so good
it'll only ensure another.

Woah, oh yeah!
You look so good
or you're just saving your flaws
for the tight lipped lover,
but it's the same thing, ain't it?

We're lost.
Profound.
And we are bound by the secrets
we keep from each other.

Pick up your heels or dig them in;
it doesn't matter
when the void is ravenous.
It's too late for us now anyway.
It's too late for us now.
It's too late for us now.
This confession is a lost cause;
we are damned before we arrived.

We're making habits out of vanities
and gospel for the stalls.
So grab your old lady
and dance into the breach.
Yeah, let's dance one more
time into the breach!

Woah, oh yeah!
We're so in love or
we're just waving unloaded guns in the air,
but it's the same thing, ain't it?

Divine light sparks from a severed wire,
so we hit the town like our parachutes failed.

Divine light sparks from a severed wire,
so we hit the town like our parachutes failed.

We're lost.
Profound.
And we are bound by the same dichotomy.