Old song I wrote (Working Title: Romance or the Art of Breathing)

now (with this here melody)

i'm feasting on that agony

foresworn when you promised me

I'd never die alone

lined up like a guard brigade

the boy toys march, they serenade

but plastic is the new charade

so to the flames they go

watch close for you might guarantee 

the queen will take you out to tea

yeah, everyone's afraid of me

that's just the way i show.

chorus/bridge: 

I recognized you from the other day

when we were younger; we were kind

you'd give me this for some that

you could read my mind

so is it sposed to be just you and I?

how bout we sit back and watch the wicked time fly?

candy wrappers and cellophane, all the boys and all the pain, 

diamonds in the pouring rain,

baby.

2. so boys put away your magazines

and wander from your bleary teens

just love the girls who write you things

keep the fear at bay

and girls just put your wands away

no magic keeps them where they lay

it's up to fate and baseball games

that's what the experts say

chorus/bridge.

so here's the game, it's undefined:

the whip back gets me every time

let's try our best to skip the line

I'll carry you for real

but here's the simplest, smallest curl:

you're a boy, and I'm a girl

we live in an imperfect world

and that's all that I know.