the boy who fell in love with his own sadness
met a girl who was in love with her own face,
and he longed for her with thoughts that verged on madness,
staring into space, watching the reflection..
bad luck has a beauty that is timeless,
now that beauty’s passed out underneath the bar,
her best intentions turned out to be spineless,
so here we are, watching the reflection..
I think we both know where this is gonna go,
this is going nowhere fast,
Romeo’s stoned, he’s wishing on a game show,
where the audience was pleading, but he doesn’t understand..
I’ll meet you in the middle of the ocean,
then I’ll race you to the bottom of the sea,
if you wonder, who’s that swimming past your porthole?
it’s just me, watching the reflection..
I think we both know how this is gonna go,
this was never meant to be,
Romeo’s stoned, his eyes are on the window,
the world is on the outside, but all that he can see is
a boy who fell in love with his own sadness
and a girl who lives each moment in the past,
if you wonder, will they find their way to gladness?
not so fast, they’re watching the reflection,
in no particular direction…
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