Statistics Like Cigarettes - Odd Project

We lost ourselves in these bright lights and cigarettes

We became our charade

A classic prime-time tragedy, so skin graphed

A romantically hopeless warpath

Statistically the cameras said

That lovers like us die, in car wrecks

Mathematically incorrect, you fuckers ain’t seen nothin' yet

And baby tonight we’ll be the robots in the spotlight

We lost ourselves in these bright lights and cigarettes

We became our charade

A classic prime-time tragedy, so skin graphed

A romantically hopeless warpath

Statistically the cameras set

And lovers like us die in car wrecks

A lack of evidence kept our names off the credits

Panegyrized masterminds, we directed this warped pantomime

And everything was just right, from your makeup to the lights

Park the car baby quiet on the set

Trigger fingers entwined… I knew this was our time

This was our time, the poison burns my insides but ask me if I mind

And baby tonight, we’ll be the robots in the spotlight

And we’ll break free of the programming

And the whole world will know of our love