i got patience you re cunning fit to my stray hand like a schiaparelli glove let the rest of the world be coarse sitting around the table all day talking with the suicides and lazy eyes longing til the stars align let the rest of the world be coarse you stay sweet for me i paint the winters marching round across our backs i lay upon the ceiling counting mice escaped the traps let the rest of the world be coarse let the rest of the world scream hoarse you speak sweet to me let me call you mine all the time you stay sweet for me saw you on the table constrained they carved your name you lay exposed open eyes it blew my mind to see your grin let the rest of the world be coarse let the rest of the world be coarse you stay sweet for me let me call you mine all the time you stay sweet for me  i love your cunning eyes and how you size me up modigliani eyes i ll call you mine if you stay sweet for me let me call you mine i ll mark the hour you stay sweet for me
['emo', 'emo punk', 'midwest emo']