They found sixth-form poetry
Scrawled on the walls of your old bedroom
And Friday night is gonna free-fall through club lust
Angel dust and sweet perfume
You remind me of some art-house black and white I saw
They'd coloured in with chalk
And are you wise wise beyond your years
Or are you all talk?
Now don't you think something's gotta happen soon
Its been so long now since they changed that tune
Oh Juliet Keep that in mind
There?s something so beautifully chic
About burning out so young
You accessorise with bruises on your cheek
And cool tricks of the tongue
And you're spending Saturday alone drowning heartache out
With cheap red wine
I know you Wanna make the news
But lately all you do is memorize the headlines
Sometimes you'll count the days
Sometimes you'll slip away
But there are watches to unwind
And ladders still to climb
Now don't you think something's gotta happen soon
Its been so long now since they changed that tune
Oh Juliet Keep that in mind
And there's still time to steal