Satellite Girl

You’re so delicious, I can hardly stand it
If I look any longer, I will be broken
Shells beneath us of the ones you broke with sweet peach lies
Each one a pearl for your necklace of experience
If I hand this flower to you
It will burst into flames, I can feel it
You're the Queen of New Orleans, I’m the king of mediocrity
Like staring at the sun, such gorgeous destruction

Satellite Girl, they hover around you
Like little moons, flying too close to the sun
Satellite Girl, don't you even wonder
What it's like to burn so cruel too much for you

Your flower petal hands, my delirious fantasies
So help me Jesus, I was too curious
This is what I tried to tell you about
Now it’s too late, and worse than you might think

Satellite Girl, they hover around you
Like little moons, flying too close to the sun
Satellite Girl, don't you even wonder
What it’s like to burn so cruel too much for you

In dark corners, I admire you
You have a power that I envy
You see, we're all in here in the gutter with you
But you've always looked out to the stars
Cigarettes, smelling stale, seeping from your shirt now like the
Hurt, that you hide, behind smiles diamond hard and granite
Cold, clean and bright, unafraid in your room alone
Tonight, will you wish for just one to be left to hold you? To hold you...

Satellite Girl, they hover around you
Like little moons, flying too close to the sun
Satellite Girl, don't you even wonder
What it’s like to burn so cruel too much for you

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