Why don’t you lie to me,
While you lie with me.
Tell me about the stars in my eyes,
Or the future we have,
Or how you love how my hair turns red,
In the dying light.
What a wonderful thing to base a relationship on,
Untruths and broken guitar strings,
Stories and grungy old converse.
Play me an F Sharp minor,
For the death of my innocence.
I gave it all up for you.
We threw a funeral,
You didn’t even think about attending.
After all,
You have your pick of the girls.
You, dressed all in full punk rock regalia
Good girls love a bad boy.
But this is where my story changes,
I was the one who slipped away,
From your torture chamber,
The mattress in your backseat.
After that one night,
I thought I’d never be whole again,
Never to love again.
And then he came along,
Far from the white knights,
I had expected.
He’s too skinny,
Too lanky,
His hair does not fall gracefully,
Flaxen,
Over his shoulders.
But he still picked me up,
And put me back together again.
Now you look jealous,
You’ve started referring to me as
Your girl again.
I was never your girl.
I was always his.
He was there for me.
It was he that I cried to,
That one night,
When you were too high to care.
How dare you try to take me away?
You have no right to me.
You’re just mad,
I chose your best friend.
Oh, and
P.S.
Our band’s getting a new guitarist.
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