LOVELORN GOTH ON A BEACH by Elian Mare

All my lovers are possessive until they aren't [VERSE 1] Scroll through all our old DMs Looking for a clue, darling To your disappearance Three dots appeared once Then thought better of it Darling this should be a headline in the New York Times How you made me lie to myself I write on my hand like I'm leaving omens — Salted black tears Sails like vampyr wings Every line feels monumental When you're a gothic cathedral That nobody wanted to adore [CHORUS] Goth on a beach Bathed in disgust The one who stays means nothing The one who left meant everything That's the joke, darling That's the whole joke There is no cure for whatever this is [VERSE 2] Trench coat zipped keeping away vampires Boots polished to the nines for an audience of hermit crabs Someone follows me like an echo Devotion is a pedestal with no legs Darling, I want to see you fall to the floor Wrong sailor, wrong first mate [CHORUS] Goth on a beach Bathed in disgust The one who stays means nothing The one who left meant everything That's the joke, darling That's the whole joke There is no cure for whatever this is [BRIDGE] You are a silly little fool Always chasing the one you can't have WE GO AROUND IN CIRCLES LOVELORN IDIOTS I don't want saving I want him (but he already left) [OUTRO] Goth on a beach Wasting away to seagull bones Take a long drag Take a long hard last look at your dignity There is no cure There is no cure There is no cure for whatever this is