Glamorous (feat. Miles)

We've got glamorous souls, but not for the owners The view from the outside, the voyeurs and donors There's no mystique left, no grass without footprints I stepped through the windshield, and I haven't been back since It's a heavenly smell, like cookies at midnight I write it all down, until it doesn't feel right We've overstayed welcomes, underplayed hands We've got the best taste in all the worst bands, And they're singing Right for me, About the tourist traps that I've gotta see We've got the reasons, to match half-full degrees But at least we're pretty They throw glamorous parties, and everyone's there The jocks and the nerds, with their big '80s hair And then sometimes we go, and sometimes it's fun We're in our own heads, like the beers they shotgun We've met beautiful people, spilled blush on their souls The angst is unreal, and they start to let go And reality slips, dance back like red rooms The people get drunk just to carry a tune And they're singing Right for me, about the heavy-hand glare That I've gotta see It's the time of the season It won't snow, it'll freeze But at least we're pretty