Lyric Manorexic
He s utterly sarcastic- aesthetically confused
He tells me I m bombastic I want to be his muse
An ordinary person who climbed into his void
Would only wake up bitter and deeply paranoid
Chorus
He s unenthusiastic. Emotionally abused
He thinks that it s fantastic- I d walk ten miles in his shoes
As I watch him disappearing. I know that it s not right
I love him completely, At least for tonight
Do do do.
There s a lack of understanding a mutual malaise
He thinks I m reprimanding with my uncertain gaze
Though- I can t conceal my feelings Like he can t purge his
pain
Cause once he sees a mirror, logic goes down the drain
He s unenthusiastic. Emotionally abused
He thinks that it s fantastic- I d walk ten miles in his shoes
As I watch him disappearing. I know that it s not right
I love him completely, At least for tonight
There s a roughness to our romance- A sadness to his step
And though he won t admit it; I know he s often wept
Perhaps it s just frustration, at stars he ll never reach
Reflecting his self image. Bleeding poetry in the sheets
He s unenthusiastic. Emotionally abused
He thinks that it s fantastic- I d walk ten miles in his shoes
As I watch him disappearing. I know that it s not right
I love him completely, At least for tonight
He tells me I m bombastic I want to be his muse
An ordinary person who climbed into his void
Would only wake up bitter and deeply paranoid
Chorus
He s unenthusiastic. Emotionally abused
He thinks that it s fantastic- I d walk ten miles in his shoes
As I watch him disappearing. I know that it s not right
I love him completely, At least for tonight
Do do do.
There s a lack of understanding a mutual malaise
He thinks I m reprimanding with my uncertain gaze
Though- I can t conceal my feelings Like he can t purge his
pain
Cause once he sees a mirror, logic goes down the drain
He s unenthusiastic. Emotionally abused
He thinks that it s fantastic- I d walk ten miles in his shoes
As I watch him disappearing. I know that it s not right
I love him completely, At least for tonight
There s a roughness to our romance- A sadness to his step
And though he won t admit it; I know he s often wept
Perhaps it s just frustration, at stars he ll never reach
Reflecting his self image. Bleeding poetry in the sheets
He s unenthusiastic. Emotionally abused
He thinks that it s fantastic- I d walk ten miles in his shoes
As I watch him disappearing. I know that it s not right
I love him completely, At least for tonight