Why I Wanted to Go to Vegas

This is why I wanted to go to Vegas
With you and no one else
Because nothing anyone ever said made sense to us
Because you never wanted to marry me
Because we’re still children: cleaner and dirtier than most
Because you let me break you down for fun
Because we like the gears of old clocks
To snap photos of ourselves standing in the arch of time

Because our families made us cut ourselves with words
Because your hair was chemical
And your skin was inked
While your heart stayed fine and pure

Because we watched a young man sing
A song he wrote for his wife
He howled like he was hungry
And I feel you and I are superior
With our strange and sudden episodes of abandon
But general lack of need
Like it's something we can choose to feed
Or not

Because the old king of the scene is going around
Showing pretty women pictures
Of the coffin he built for himself
And your shoulder’s the one I rest my head on

With you I stay a child
I don’t embrace the drift
Though I know it'll be the death of me

You make me feel like a girl
More than I ever felt like one
A little cyclone blowing around the playground
Showing off her scraped knees

I want to grab you by your slim shoulders and shake you
When you're thinking in circles
That speed up your five o’clock shadow
We have to figure out the right way to be together
I still don’t wish to belong to anyone
But I find myself always wanting to bring you home

And I’ll never write a song for you
Because you don't make me sick