Questionable Boy
Contributed by
Franciswolf
on
Tuesday, 5th June 2007 @ 10:06:36 AM in AEST
Topic:
obsession
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Looking good for the night
You spray cheap cologne and pick your hair
And you know, tonight, you’ll doubt
You’ll be drunk, it’s no question, know yourself
And fancy high school girls, in their mind tick world
Will be staring down at you,
For once you can be all right
With just playing holding hands,
And not looking pass your sight
Empty cartons round the room,
Some foreign girl plays you too soon
And all these people seem imaginary,
It’s all happen too many times before
With their faking interest, these cunning linguist
Who the hell do they think they are?
You’re the one with the handle, you in your corner
Just listening, just taking, never giving, always risking
Hey there, questionable boy
Questionable boy with your questionable toys
Hey there, questionable boy
Where’s the fire in your eyes?
The past plans never occur,
Clocks all fade and blur, the water’s overflowing
Two hours in the hot tub, your youthful skin is pruning
And these damn kids keep on chatting,
Your heart is always aching, she is there, it is now
Could I of seen this? I wonder how
And you fall asleep to early morning cartoons
She’d have been making out with you, but she’s passed out
Too much hard liquor, night’s ended, no set alarms
This stranger falls asleep in your arms
Morning comes, draw your guns
The defenses are up, the in toxicity is down
You’re all around, and just about everyone’s come down
From their one time lover’s rooms,
Their kingdoms and their tombs, we gather in the kitchen
Breakfast or lunch, a hard decision, this canceled vision
Of opportunities, a night where anything can happen
And oh, how it happen, it’s all happening again
Hey there, questionable boy
Questionable boy with your questionable toys
Hey there, questionable boy
Where’s the fire in your eyes?
The guest all pile out, hugs are shared
For the times you might of acted like you really ever cared
But you won’t see them anymore, not in last night’s form
Just fire in the eyes, a fitting face to scorn
And all of these people are out of your life, except the few that stay
The feeling’s right, lunch, just you and the one who invited you there
Do you like me? Do you care? If I sit across from you can I stare?
And it ends like you figure it begins,
Stating, “I think it’s all about connecting with someone”
“Like, someone on the same level as you”
“Yeah, even though it’s impossible to do”
“Yes, impossible, but we try it anyway”
“You’ve got some fire in your eyes”
“You put some darkness in the day”
“My boyfriend’s kind of below, it won’t last, but you would,”
I laugh, I ridicule, “you’re different, you’re deep, you’re questionable”
She figures I am questionable
Hey there, questionable boy
Questionable boy with your questionable toys
Hey there, questionable boy
Where’s the fire in your eyes?
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Franciswolf
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