Useless Talent #66 - For Our Hero

We're stuck on arms like track marks
Hooded under the hum of lampposts
You're turning heads like a latch
That stir boys like me from their sleep
On, on tiptoes peeking in on, on the high life
'Till the blinds pull in, I'm just fine
Check, check, check, check
The madness came with a mic stand
So graceful, So gutless
So graceful, So gutless
Seems everybody's got a dance to this beat
Uh uh and tongues are drumming on the necks of
Little baby, can you keep your composure?
Uh uh, I think I lost it on the lips of
I just need to start over
Said like a sinner in shallow water
Seen pretty birds pick at the bones of bees singing; "dance with me"
Tuck me in before the charm wears off
To bed with whoever just to get lost
I wanna be nothing more than something, something
So graceful, So gutless
So graceful, So gutless
Seems everybody's got a dance to this beat
Uh uh and tongues are drumming on the necks of
Little baby, can you keep your composure?
Uh uh, I think I lost it on the lips of
Oh
So graceful, So gutless
So graceful, So gutless
So graceful, So gutless
So graceful, So gutless
Everybody's got a dance to this beat
Uh uh and tongues are drumming on the necks of
So graceful, So gutless
Seems everybody's got a dance to this beat
Uh uh and tongues are drumming on the necks of
Little baby, can you keep your composure?
Uh uh, I think I lost it on the lips of
Oh