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