i've been as careless as versailles in getting ready for you tonight old bracelets in a box somewhere my hair adorns me right i'm here, a flourishing and jovial male i'm all spirits and tall tales my arms would be your sentimental bed if it ends as well as it is in my head i didn't see you come in but i knew the room had been brighter since no one can help but notice how you shine in all this decadence i stare you down and storm towards you politely, as i do and meet you with the perfect smile as your fucking boyfriend kisses you all the classical music in the world cannot weep as deeply as a brokenhearted teenager