Saying Hi to Some Old Ghosts

21 years. Washed up.

Floor is God

Be my American steam
Be my Jean Seberg
And my new French queen
Be my breathless scream
Be what I look for in everything

So when the smoke clears, here I am
Your reject All-American
Sucking up to your social sect
Making you a nervous wreck
To hell and back and hell again, I’ve gone

You’re not my type