i've been as careless as versailles
in getting ready for you tonight
old bracelets in a box somewhere
my hair adorns me right
i'm here, a flourishing and jovial male
i'm all spirits and tall tales
my arms would be your sentimental bed
if it ends as well as it is in my head
i didn't see you come in
but i knew the room had been brighter since
no one can help but notice how
you shine in all this decadence
i stare you down and storm towards you
politely, as i do
and meet you with the perfect smile
as your f**ing boyfriend kisses you
all the cla**ical music in the world
cannot weep as deeply as a brokenhearted teenager