We Look Better in the Dark

We live in rooms
With slanted walls
Where the halls are lined
With photos of autographs
Intricate signatures
Signed by people
We never actually met

Ethan sits near his humidifier
Leafing through his neckties
Deciding which one
He'd like to hang by
And who he should leave
His sheet music to

How many guitars does one man need?
How many windows does any room need?
How many girls have died in this room
While their souls floated up
And their minds expanded
And they were handed their walking papers
Just as the sun finally made its way up
To the rooftop apartment

Don't you know us?
Maybe not
We look better in the dark

Sky Rocket has that piercing
That the tribal boys have
The Slavs pioneered the music scene
In downtown repo shops
Dropping their socks
On the floors near the whores
Who couldn't be bothered
To learn their lyrics

The hair color--a mistake
But maybe not
Maybe a happy accident
Maybe he was smoking pot
And green seemed like a good idea
On top of rusty orange

Anything's possible, right?

His tattoos don't say anything
They're just a series of letters
And numbers and signs
Mining the depths of drunkenness
On a wild Tuesday night
When he fights with the tenders
Over rendering him 'done'

Do you know him?
You might not
He looks better in the dark

Was this right before we fucked?
Tucked ourselves in sleeping bags
Dressed in rags from the Armory
Armpits smelling like wild oats
Boating in the morning
Because we knew a guy
Who knew a guy

Why would we compromise ourselves
On a video camera aimed
At naming us something
We don't want to be named?

We won't take your drinks
We won't take your names
We'll take the train to Puttle
And shuttle ourselves around
Down inside our magic town
Of sex and crypts
Of ballgowns and gypsies

We'll get tipsy on your dollar
But we still won't be your friend
We'll bend to your will
And still ditch you in the park

We are the sexy pretty people
But we're always in the dark