Stranded

The cool guy laughs cheap suit
I’m amused by
The other one says «that's quite a look»
To the fat suit fronts and the conscript
It’s a neat idea, it’s like, cool off
If you
Looked into himself; she tried to find me
We all love the artifice
I wear exquisite
I am divine, deluxe beyond reach
In a holding pattern, soon to be coming down
No remarks, no second thoughts, I’m stranded
Coming down, out to land, I’m stranded
(Out to land)
The therapist says «live in the moment»
I must despite his eyes reappear
You’re ingested in just the two things
I’m into fucking and money
You’re not fit to match, you should be better
I like the way you’re never negative
You got a sharp-edged, you got the put-downs
I’m an arbiter of taste
I wear exquisite
I am divine beyond reach
In a holding pattern, soon to be coming down
I hope to land
No remarks, no second thoughts, I’m stranded
Coming down, out to land, I’m stranded
(Out to land)
(Out to land)