Justine, Justine!?! Lyrics

How do you talk about these kinds of things...
Like hating each other, exchanging wedding rings?
I don?t wanna? know that you?re gonna? change.
...and it?s all your fault I?m searching for lies!
I?m just a kindred soul oh from ?75,
with these failing lungs, I?m still barely alive.

We?re giving up hope with our broken hearts.
We?re passing out fakes like we were built for it.
Accept my ideas please accept my ideas.
We?ll never even have to think twice. No we?ll never have to think.

You?re in (then) out of this. And I just can?t defend my points of view.

How do you feel about our sexless art?
Nonabrasive bipolar thoughts, help keep us in line.
I don?t wanna? know that I?m gonna? change,
and it?s all my fault for living online!
I?m a bastard soul, born in ?84.
Happy lonely then happy again, what the hell is it for?

We've gotta think of something to help avoid careers:
pretend to be younger, stay true with magazines.
We've gotta go somewhere, find out it?s nice and slow,
(then) pretend to be alive now.
The times we spent were true; these words weren?t meant for you.
Maybe I?m thinking of branching out and finding something not cliche OK? OKAY! I?m not tired; I?m not scared of losing you.