Paroles: Baths. Palatial Disappointment.

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 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 a perfect smile
As your fucking 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