keep their eyes to themselves
already insecure, don't need any help.
& you can blame the pride,
that makes you keep your anger inside,
but deep down, you wanna curse them all:
"fuck off, asshole, jerk-off dirtball."
you turn me on to the idea of growing old.
i don't mind the sun sometimes,
the images it shows,
i can taste you on my lips,
& smell you in my clothes.
cinnamon & sugary,
& softly spoken lies,
you never know just how to look
through other people's eyes.
i don't care who you are,
where you're from,
what you did
as long as you love me:)
now where's your picket fence, love?
& where's that shiny car,
did it ever get you far?
you never seemed so tense, love,
never seen you fall so hard,
do you know where you are?
& truth be told i miss you
truth be told i'm lying
when you see my face...
i hope it gives you hell.
to me, you're strange & you're beautiful.
he came home on acid
i was holding his shotgun
i was dressed like tina turner
in beyond thunder dome
he said "don't shoot,"
i said "i won't,
i love you,
you're my friend."
i handed him my wig
& shot myself in the head.
the boom box on my shoulder was a box of clementines,
i ate every single one without noticing the mold,
you said "you're gross my darling,"
i said "no, i'm rock and roll."
already insecure, don't need any help.
& you can blame the pride,
that makes you keep your anger inside,
but deep down, you wanna curse them all:
"fuck off, asshole, jerk-off dirtball."
you turn me on to the idea of growing old.
i don't mind the sun sometimes,
the images it shows,
i can taste you on my lips,
& smell you in my clothes.
cinnamon & sugary,
& softly spoken lies,
you never know just how to look
through other people's eyes.
i don't care who you are,
where you're from,
what you did
as long as you love me:)
now where's your picket fence, love?
& where's that shiny car,
did it ever get you far?
you never seemed so tense, love,
never seen you fall so hard,
do you know where you are?
& truth be told i miss you
truth be told i'm lying
when you see my face...
i hope it gives you hell.
to me, you're strange & you're beautiful.
he came home on acid
i was holding his shotgun
i was dressed like tina turner
in beyond thunder dome
he said "don't shoot,"
i said "i won't,
i love you,
you're my friend."
i handed him my wig
& shot myself in the head.
the boom box on my shoulder was a box of clementines,
i ate every single one without noticing the mold,
you said "you're gross my darling,"
i said "no, i'm rock and roll."
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