Static Sisters

(whisper: They’re watching us again.

Let them look.)

Walking down the boulevard,

laughing way too loud

Two girls in the cockpit,

shining through the crowd And you can see the wheels turning in

their narrow heads Inventing all the paragraphs,

rewriting all the beds!

They don’t know the bloodline,

they don’t know the bond Staring at the surface of a deeper

pond.

Oh, they love to talk,

they love to trace the lines!

Looking for a scandal underneath the signs!

It’s just a sisterhood,

a fortress made of steel

Too bright, too sacred for their minds to feel!

Yeah, let them judge the shadow,

let them spin the tale We’re laughing in the cockpit while they

set their sail! (hahaha)

Every shared glance is a courtroom trial

Every inside joke becomes a public file They want a neat romance

to put inside a frame Because platonic loyalty is something they can't

tame. They’re scared of a connection that doesn't need a key That

isn't sold or bartered for a currency.

Are we breaking their

rules? Good. Forty-one... Forty-two...

Sixty-seven...

(hahaha) Keep guessing, sweetie.

Oh, they love

to talk, they love to trace the lines!

Looking for a scandal underneath the signs!

It’s just a sisterhood,

a fortress made of steel Too bright,

too sacred for their minds to feel!

Yeah, let them judge the shadow,

let them spin the

tale We’re laughing in the cockpit while they set

their sail!

Just the girlies in the cockpit.

Tiguidou.