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 am 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 [bad word] 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 a perfect smile
 As your [bad word] boyfriend kisses you

 You don't
 You, you don't
 You, you don't
 You, you don't
 You, you don't

 All the classical music in the world couldn't bleed as deeply as a broken-hearted teenager
 Broken-hearted teenager

 You, you don't
 You, you don't
 You, you don't
 You, you don't

 All the classical music in the world couldn't bleed as deeply as a broken-hearted teenager
 Broken-hearted teenager