Everything, Unhappily

Unwashed hair and a nose-ring staring back at me
A portrait of the Melbourne indie hipster scene
I wanna take you home and play you Elliott Smith songs
Annabelle unhappily
You’re dancing as you speak but you don’t realize it
You told me you just started smokin’ cigarettes
So I’m like “yeah, I smoke them too” so I can go outside with you
Everything unhappily
The bar light halo’s ‘round your head
So I tell you “you look holy, like the holes in your cardigan”
You told me ’bout the boy who left and let you down
I try to think of ways to justify another round
Because I want to work you out and turn your shitty luck around
And the best part is you’re dancing as you speak