Plastic Skeletons - Jealous Of The Birds

Palm trees tickling the skyline

Cover me in dead vines

I spoke with the plastic skeletons

And they’re all drinking

Dandelion wine and admiring the shoreline

Telling me they love it when I tap my tambourine

And wear my skinny jeans or pray like Augustine

Oh, am I good in spite of

Or because I am nineteen?

Just tell me what you mean, friend

Life is no long weekend

Hope you have it in you to undress again

I saw Chicago, it was rotting

Jazz ballads played low.

No one saw me

Crawl like a gecko toward sunlight

So many fat crows with appetite

Do you wanna dance like a fire ant

In the eye of a long-dead bison?

Do you wanna love like a poet can?

The husk of their fruit just ripened

Do you wanna meet on the cold concrete

Outside our favourite diner?

Do you wanna wrap me up in suede

Smudge off my black eyeliner?

Notebooks filled with dirty poems

All slanted like hipbones of women

Who stand and twist the cords of telephones

I kiss your microphone and blame it on hormones

Oh, I’ve become addicted to the smell of your cologne

But why can’t we just keep it our little summer secret?

You should know that everything I say won’t be repeated

Drink your margarita, flirt with drunk Maria

Chasing skirts like some golden retriever