The Trophy Wife Lyrics
where you've made me all but blind
And your skin and fingertips
dance across my shoulder blades
This evening's got me feeling sad
and sick to my stomach
Your perfect arms are more like
ropes around my waste-line
I only wanted to be loved by you
I'm sad and sick of guessing
for the moment when our lips meet melting
I only wanted to be loved by you
where you've left me small and shy
You're fleeding ? kiss
turns me into what I hate
I'm keeping what you're stealing
Sad and sick into my stomach
You're sunken eyes tonight
every ? that you've gave
I hoped you'd save
I only wanted to be loved by you
I'm sad and sick of guessing
for the moment when our lips meet melting
I only wanted to be loved by you
I only wanted to be loved by you
I'm sad and sick of guessing
for the moment when our lips meet melting
I only wanted to be loved by you
Me and your eyelids poured out naked onto the floor
"Your fleeting blasé kiss"
'your sunken eyes deny every shard that you gave I hoped you say'
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ok so I know this is almost certainly not the intent here, especially not with a song like 'Angles and Errors' from the same band on the same album, but I'm almost through reading The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand (if you're looking to start reading her work, btw, try Atlas Shrugged first; it's definitely better), and this has Dominique Francon + Peter Keating allllll over it.
Power, I really doubt any emo retards that listen to this crap are going to pick up an Ayn Rand book.
Also, I highly doubt that the emo retard that fronts this band is inspired by Francon and Keating while writing lyrics..
no emo retard but me. and you, apparently. i know, i know, i know.
other than my consciously naive (so not really naive at all) interpretation above, i think this song's meaning is pretty obvious. doesn't have to be a wife, just a girlfriend. pretty sure he wanted her for the sake of showing her off, and he probably hoped he could win her love. she's using him for whatever status she gets by being with him. it's tearing him apart, all this faked attraction, and he either really is attracted or just wishes he were so that this could be an honest relationship. i'm pretty sure he just wants out now ('your perfect arms are more like ropes around my wasteline'); the sick feeling in his stomach is getting unbearable.
"Your fleeting blasé Kiss"
"And you're sunken eyes deny Every shard that you gave"