My Friend Misery, and Blue-Eyed Boy
my friend misery.
he's got small cuts in his left arm
he bleeds eyeliner from his veins
blackened eyes and blonde roots
an abstract design of sanity
crying tears of d.i.y. and mortality
it's nothing, darling
your campaign slogans
[right, left, somewhere in-between]
spray painted, stenciled avant garde art form
all that glitters is tarnished
pain = fuel
whatever
sorry?
no one is sorry
empathy is not sincerity
don't worry, you look gorgeous, darling
black and white and read all over
your nothing is my nothing as well
our only common ground
somewhere between plath and monroe
doesn't matter either way
i have befriended misery
and he's beautiful
but i want nothing to do with him
the war is over?
the beginning of the end
of the beginning
ends now
waiting forever
for a skip in the record
familiarity
similarity
of a drama queen
[king?]
i put my trust in you
and you spat it back into my face
you want to die?
good for you, so do i
so does everyone in this cruel world
all of your pessimistic cries
mean absolutely nothing to anyone
ain't that a shame?
yeah, we're hysterical and useless
the whole lot of us
believe?
ignore?
achieve?
you're so clever
sarcastic fucker but i still love you
a mess [you are]
a mess [i am]
my friend, misery.
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blue-eyed boy.
there's this blue-eyed boy i know
i see him maybe twice a year
he's an angel in disguise
when he smiles from ear to ear.
everyone's got a gripping stranger
someone that you adore
could be your closest friend
or someone you've never spoken to before.
but this stranger is special
unlike anyone you know
if they asked you to run away with them
you'd most certainly go.
you don't know why, you don't know how
this person is so dear
but who needs explanations?
when the obvious is quite clear.
blue-eyed boy, my darling
tell me, why the delay?
all you have to do is say the words
and then we can run away.
it doesn't have to be forever
just for a little while
i'll promise you perfection
if you promise me a smile.
he's got small cuts in his left arm
he bleeds eyeliner from his veins
blackened eyes and blonde roots
an abstract design of sanity
crying tears of d.i.y. and mortality
it's nothing, darling
your campaign slogans
[right, left, somewhere in-between]
spray painted, stenciled avant garde art form
all that glitters is tarnished
pain = fuel
whatever
sorry?
no one is sorry
empathy is not sincerity
don't worry, you look gorgeous, darling
black and white and read all over
your nothing is my nothing as well
our only common ground
somewhere between plath and monroe
doesn't matter either way
i have befriended misery
and he's beautiful
but i want nothing to do with him
the war is over?
the beginning of the end
of the beginning
ends now
waiting forever
for a skip in the record
familiarity
similarity
of a drama queen
[king?]
i put my trust in you
and you spat it back into my face
you want to die?
good for you, so do i
so does everyone in this cruel world
all of your pessimistic cries
mean absolutely nothing to anyone
ain't that a shame?
yeah, we're hysterical and useless
the whole lot of us
believe?
ignore?
achieve?
you're so clever
sarcastic fucker but i still love you
a mess [you are]
a mess [i am]
my friend, misery.
--------------------------------
blue-eyed boy.
there's this blue-eyed boy i know
i see him maybe twice a year
he's an angel in disguise
when he smiles from ear to ear.
everyone's got a gripping stranger
someone that you adore
could be your closest friend
or someone you've never spoken to before.
but this stranger is special
unlike anyone you know
if they asked you to run away with them
you'd most certainly go.
you don't know why, you don't know how
this person is so dear
but who needs explanations?
when the obvious is quite clear.
blue-eyed boy, my darling
tell me, why the delay?
all you have to do is say the words
and then we can run away.
it doesn't have to be forever
just for a little while
i'll promise you perfection
if you promise me a smile.