She only cares for lilacs.
Her favorite color's black.
She lives within a snowglobe,
and never leaves her track.
She wears him like a necklace,
or keeps him in a box.
She's so afraid of losing him;
just love and forget-me-nots.
Polish her with madness,
and paint her insanity clean.
She's honestly not as crazy as,
they'll all like to make her seem.
She only sleeps on rainy days,
only because she's afraid.
He doesn't see the beauty,
and hates being awake at 3am.
The phone is always ringing,
like the clock upon the wall.
Indie music resonates,
echoing down the hall.
She hides away alone,
with a cigarette in her hand.
The ledge of the tub is occupied;
she sits, and waits, and time goes by.
Her life is just a puzzle,
but she doesn't have a clue.
She complicates the simple things,
and makes happiness run blue.
He doesn't mind her tendencies;
he knows she's a little strange.
She wears him like a medal,
like her little trophy man.
But he knows she needs him,
he's the only sane thing he has.