Am I the only one who wants a movie romance?
Not some patriarchal white male bullshit
We could be blood sisters, we could dress each other
We could perfume these gardens of piss with something unreal
Something real at least
You are stolen philosophy
Being nothing. Death is desire
Tragedy composed for the queen
I’d rather be ashamed than be a liar
Am I the only one who wants a novel romance?
Not some pixie dream to save my life
We’d be like Algernon and Lady Fairfax
We’d talk like two mating dragonflies
But it’d be someone strong
Who I’d get along with
You are stolen philosophy
Being nothing. Death is desire
Tragedy composed for the queen
I’d rather be ashamed than be a liar
Johnny says drinks drowning dreams and people die for real I’ve seen
I don’t want to die alone or mean
I don’t want to die alone or mean
But when we fair we turn our luck
We’re spun like lead and tell our wounds
And all blood tastes the same as hers
Still, you don’t want me and that hurts
So scared I, too, forgot to love
I’m scared of love. What have I done?
But aren’t we all just collecting dust?
I know we’re all just collecting dust