Middle Class Fashion — Junk lyrics

Lyrics

Stumble until you feel like you’ve won
Divided, light cigarettes with the sun
Simultaneous frames lining up through your day
And I think that you like it this way
She’s nothing short of compromise
She’s not afraid of a good fight
She’s nothing short of a compromise
She’s not afraid of a good fight
In our junking eyes of love we’ll do anything you want
In our junking eyes of love we get so worked up
Wound up so hard it blew us off course
It’s the d, it’s the d in divorce
And my nose it bled but just a small amount
I’m no one you need to figure out
She’s nothing short of compromise
She’s not afraid of a good fight
She’s nothing short of a compromise
She’s not afraid of a good fight
In our junking eyes of love we’ll do anything you want
In our junking eyes of love we get so worked up