Rouge

Rouge,
you’re my dystopian muse.
For everything that we’ve used,
we know we’re destined to lose.
Rouge,
your body pale and bruised.
I see these fragments of gloom
in everything that we do.
She’s just standing on the line
but her loneliness is the 1980s.
She goes down the back stair,
passing always out of sight.
She’s just standing on the line,
but it’s always 1987.
She goes down the back stair,
passing over out of sight.
She’s a wolf in a sheep’s disguise.
Yeah, she’s a wolf in a sheep’s disguise.
I know this dangerous roller-coaster
inevitably ends in my demise,
But her universe beckons me to go for one final ride.
Rouge,
my sweet seductress of youth.
I know you’re feeling it too,
I wanna feel it with you.
Rouge,
so sexually confused.
In darkness you will find truth.
You’ve got nothing left to lose.
She’s just standing on the line
in the loneliness of the 1980s.
She goes down the back stair,
passing always out of sight.
She’s just standing on the line
in a hopeless 1980s heaven.
She goes down the back stairs,
passing over out of sight.
She’s a wolf in a sheep’s disguise.
Yeah, she’s a wolf in a sheep’s disguise.
I know this dangerous roller-coaster
inevitably ends in my demise,
But her universe beckons me to go for one final ride.