pink and purple

that’s what i was thinking

so i would love to say hi

maybe you listen to this

maybe you don’t

okay

la la la la la la la la

la la la la la la la la

la la la la la la la la

la la la laaaaa laa

i’m about to turn 23 (what?)

you can only wear pink to my party

if you park on the street with your car

then you’re not late

you’re not sorry

i used to think i would be a big star

of burning popularity

but now i think i’m falling apart

what do you think of vain obscurity?

compliment me

drunk in my purple silhouette

no niche glossed love

only a wallowy pink regret

the summer skies

your emerald eyes

make you a gift from summer rains

now you make my words feel so out of place

i’m about to ask you out

but i’m not sure what you’ll say

i know i’m such a cynical girl

and i think i’ll keep it that way

now they’re digging under my skin

i never want to give blood again

i think, unless it's all for you,

then i’ll give till my skin turns blue

do you like the way i dress

give me a fucking compliment

i’ll bleach my hair

till it’s all black

and i’m a bubble gum prom looking joan jett

all thanks to you i’ve fallen apart

i’ll scratch until i’ve carved your heart

driving down 95 crying in your car

i used to think i’d be a star

i’m about to turn three

and you can only wear pink to my party

never thought that life would leave

me a little strung out and thinking softly

of that one voicemail on my phone

i’m always gonna want my old home