Bad Tropes - Black Economy

Well you don’t believe in the afterlife
Take all your little shiny eggs in a basket out to the city on a Friday night
Drink all your pay-cheque accordingly
Stare at the fuzzy lights adoringly
Talk about your idiosyncrasies
Reference yourself to university
Give all the best things a bad rap
Drape your insecurities in glad-rags
Shop at an overpriced emporium
Marinade your insides with chloroform

And its an apt economy we share
Trading all of my impossible wishes
For your every single care
You can sew me with your neat little stitches
I still think its pretty rare
That we’re both throwing our punches like we mean it
After every single year in the dark
Right here in the dark

Well you don’t believe in the afterlife
Take all your little shiny eggs in a basket out to the city on a Sunday night
Snort all your pay-cheque accordingly
Gape at the fuzzy lights adoringly
Talk about your sorrows with apathy
Reference yourself to a catastrophe
Give all the best things a bad rap
Colour in your fear with a Nihilist black
Shop in a shadowy restroom
Bless yourself, bow your head and dress your wounds

Yes it’s a black economy we share
Trading all of my impossible wishes
For your every single care
Go on, sew me with your neat little stitches
I still think its pretty rare
That we’re both throwing our punches like we mean it
After every single year in the dark
Right here in the dark