Your eyes are small pools
Of fake French perfume
The most blue the sky has seen
Yeah I know my eyes are green

It’s bad poetry
You read to me
From a magazine

Whisper to me bad teenage poetry
Whisper to me bad teenage poetry

I scry between the lines
Expose the white lines
Of trust and eternity
And the little cracks in between

It’s bad poetry (bad poetry)
You read to me
From a magazine

*Eleanor screams*

Whisper to me bad teenage poetry
Whisper to me bad teenage poetry…


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