my love she throws me like a rubber ball oh oh oh, the sweetest thing she won't catch me or break my fall oh oh oh, the sweetest thing baby's got blue skies up ahead but in this i'm a rain cloud you know she likes a dry kind of love oh oh oh, the sweetest thing
the weirdness flows between us anyone can tell to see us freak scene just can't believe us why can't it just be cool and leave us? it's so fucked, i can't believe it if there's a way, i wish we'd see it how could it work? just can't conceive it oh, what a mess it is just to leave it
sometimes i don't thrill you, sometimes i think i'll kill you
oh, how your mind's not on it pass me a book and i'll read you a sonnet, girl walls go up and guards come down he's bangin' on the door thinkin' "where the fuck is she now?" so open your mouth and stick to your guns you've gotta realise that she's indifferent woah oh ah oh, what's your name? just won't learn, here we go again
you could have just propped me up on the table like a mannequin or a cardboard stand-up and paint me (paint me) any face that you wanted me to - be - seen we're - damned by the existential moment where we saw the couple in the coma and it was we were the cliché, but we carried on anyway
i saw her, yeah i saw her with her black tongue tied 'round the roses a fist pounding on a vending machine toy diamond ring stuck on her finger with a noose she can hang from the sun and put it out with her dark sunglasses walking crooked down the beach, she spits on the sand where their bones are bleaching
if you wanna be my friend you want us to get along please do not expect me to wrap it up and keep it there the observation i am doing could easily be understood as cynical demeanor but one of us misread.. and what do you know, it happened again
we blew the doors didn't we? pissed in their champagne and did a real thing didn't we? gave ourselves a name, and peeled away the shame i wanted to explode, to pull my ribs apart and let the sun inside
red stain blossoms and all you have is kisses
how fucking romantic | THE MAGNETIC FIELDS (pansy → zacharias/zacharias → pansy)
how fucking romantic must we really waltz? drag another cliche, howling from the vaults
love you obviously, like you really care even though you treat me like a dancing bear
i'm unclean, a libertine and every time you vent your spleen, i seem to lose the power of speech you're slipping slowly from my reach you grow me like an evergreen, you never see the lonely me at all