There it goes again -
The bleeding obvious.
Betray me, baby,
Then at least I could sing an aria.
Or pontificate and scream
Let me feel the energy
As you try to scratch my eyes out.
But I never thought we'd die with disappointment.
All your lines from soaps,
Soaped away by tips from beauty magazines -
How come I never noticed?
Not a bang,
Nor a wimper
Because that would crack
The Foundation of your face.
There's no avoiding.
We're both so ordinary
Except in our pretentions.
Fashion label philosophies
Lack a moral compass.
And I thought -
Because you are young
You must have depth
I must have everything.
