We take sour sips from life's lush lips    And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships    Stop by this disaster town    You'll put your eyes to the sun and say "I know"    You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding    And we might have started singing just a little soon    We're throwing stones in a glass room.       Whoa, We're so miserable and stunning,    Woah, Far from the genuine Becomming.         We keep the beat    With your blistered feet    We bullet the words at the mockingbirds, singing    Slept through the weekend, and dreamed    We're just sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity    Got house calls from my former self saying How you been?   We might of said goodbyes just a little soon    (Stop by this disaster town)    Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room       Whoa, We're so miserable and stunning,    Woah, Far from the genuine Becomming.   Whoa, We're so miserable and stunning,    Woah, Far from the genuine Becomming.      It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche    When the pearls in our shells came out to dance    You call me a bad tipper of the cradle.    But I'm tired yawns for fawns on hunters lawns.    We're the has-beens of husbands- sharpening the knives of young wives.    Take two years and call me when you're better...    Take some tears of mine find your self wetter       Whoa, We're so miserable and stunning,    Woah, Far from the genuine Becomming.   Whoa, We're so miserable and stunning,    Woah, Far from the genuine Becomming.