Yeah, Again

Sorry mister, seems you just missed her
The girl with the too-long sleeves
Is unraveling at the seams

Should have been there
Had to be there
To get the joke

Not that it's in or out
Not that she's in or out
We're nothing if not extreme

Until they dance again
Fabled misery
Twisted hearts
Entwined, but unwinding
The girl with the too-long sleeves
And the boy with the headphones on his hip

Tell him how you feel
If you can pry the music
From his cold dead stare

Starry Starry night
He cuts his heart
Like others cut cocaine

No more mystery
Too much history
Behind his eyes

Until they dance again
Like they did eleven-ty years ago
Bowing, then promenade
Unbound, but binding
The girl with the too-long sleeves
And the boy with the headphones on his hip