Juliet as Epithet Video (MV)

He said, "Death-wise, I wanna be cremated"
I said, "That sounds like something the Ramones"
And then I hesitated
'Cause I can't think of anything
But the sorry way that he's been looking at me
And the turquoise Thunderbird parked outside
Sizing up Elizabeth Street

Haven't you heard? I smother the chances I get
And when they hurt to remember, I forget

This tête-à-tête turned head-to-head
Now I think of you less and less

I call him Wild Eyes, and just that once he called me Juliet
He showed me something sordid loading on his phone
From behind a mosquito net
So goddamn handsome, he makes me anxious
He holds my hand thru the sad advances
Why wouldn't he though?
I'm just the open secret no one's ever gonna blow

Haven't you heard? I smother the chances I get
And when they hurt to remember, I forget

Haven't you heard? I smother the chances I get
He rolls over in bed, out of many of them, I see you then

This tête-à-tête turned head-to-head
Now I think of you less and less
This tête-à-tête turned head-to-head
Now I think of you less and less and less