Decay from Hits by The Tall Boy

I heard you were out last night
And ill in church today
I'm sure he won't hold a grudge
Or make you mend your sorry ways

And with the guilt of the slightly wayward
Waking in a familiar place
Nose pressed on the wet pane
I'm coming on my way

I know it's not the same
But nothing is these days
No true beauty without decay
But I think you're doing pretty well

Knees pressed to your face
Wearing Sunday's clothes
There's no guilt in being lazy
Watching the little cowboys on the screen

Paused to understand your smile
With the comment that you made
A pointed barrier to fun
Only I know you don't really mean

I know it's not the same
But nothing is these days
No true beauty without decay
But I think you're doing pretty well

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