Aquamarine

Your eyes are flames of condescension
Your mouth is as peach as a nectarine
Your heart it beats in all the wrong colours
Your blood is aquamarine

If you need to breathe, then breathe
If you need to cry, then cry
If you’re gonna live, then live!
If you’re gonna die, then die

Who’s gonna save your life
When you haven’t been warm in years
If you would crack a smile
You would know how happy feels, how happy feels

You are mind-numbingly rude
Hell bent on enjoying nothing and no one
But the antagonist will live in agony
Why should I let that bother me?
I guess there are lots of questions begging to be answered, aren’t there?

But you’re quite the gem of a human
a fine specimen any scientist would likely admire, minus the blue
And not so deep inside your soul lies a tear, a rip, a gaping hole
that wreaks a pungent fragrance somewhere between milk, myrrh, and mildew

If you need to breathe, then breathe
If you need to cry, then cry
If you’re gonna live, then live!
If you’re gonna die, then die

Who’s gonna save your life
When you haven’t been warm in years
If you would crack a smile
You would know how happy feels, how happy feels

You are aquamarine
You are aquamarine
You are aquamarine
You would know how happy feels, how happy feels.