(The) Harvey Danger Database

Tell me you’re not interested
in faking trust and fumbling for connection
With wringing hands
Can we confess the darkest?
Would you even see past the little gestures and doubting who I am?
You’re so becoming
Call me when you’re something

Your beautiful boys stop the traffic and bend time
A function of desire, every one
Sometimes I think I’ll never want a goddamn thing
Not love or sex or alcohol or fun, fun, fun.
Bullets in the blunderbuss
That is what becomes of us

Don’t be my mentor
I don’t need a guide
Don’t think I care for the way you run a woman down
We never used to fight
But now it’s all we do
We come to blows over shows we’ve been to
Or haven’t been to
And I was not with you
Bullets in the blunderbuss
That is what becomes of us

In a city of millions
To wake up to find you’re one of ten
Was all I ever wanted but no more
So sharpen up your dull, dull blades
And tell me what, what is wit (and where do you find it)?

Why are you being such a girl about it?
That’s not fair, see.
Ask me questions that you know I have
No response for

One year down
One year down
It’s always nothing
We can talk about it later
It must’ve been something but I can’t recall
There must’ve been something but I can’t recall
It’s always nothing
We can talk about it later
But there’s no later
Is there?

Truth collides with fantasy
You’re killing me
Killing me