The Cold Boy and the Deliberate Muse

Look at their literacy, look at it, look at mine Letters, letters, anxiety lies I'm yellow from chewing too much ice Weather, weather, weather reports They cut you off and I'm cut short And I guess he's not really that nice, is he Who'd want to be married Who'd want to be married to you You'd be eschewed And well I guess that's one less threat I know it's petty, but I bet You'd feel the same in this place Stupid is as stupid fucks You're stuck in your suit and stuck in a rut Here, let me help you get it off The slut He's alright, in theory Him, what He's great, but he's loved so dearly This resemblance drawing is killing me I bet if anyone else could see Even you, you'd tell me I was wrong He's down at the hospital He has your face but no room to betray his Monogamous lungs So, wether Were you fired Are you a terrified little liar You come to me, and you're so angry And we both want to dismantle the same, exactly But you can't speak And you can't tell them that they shouldn't be talking It's a sad sad story, but forever true The Cold Boy and the Deliberate Muse And I am not going to argue with you It's a sad sad story, but forever true The Cold Boy and the Deliberate Muse Who'd want to be married to you Who'd want to be married to you