Phony Love Stories

After the show I wondered "where are my friends?"
But then I remembered
all the best nihilists are dead
hangin' out in a slaughterhouse near dresden or breaking records on an icy central park bench
but that was so long ago,
it's been two years since then.
Their spines were ruined,
but I still loved them.

I thought I liked myself, but then I met you.
You liked Fitzgerald, I hated The Great Gatsby, but I still liked you anyway.
and now I love myself, because I look through those big brown eyes
but all those neo-teenage romance novels suck because there's werewolves,
love triangles, and vampiric kind.
A wise man said the sun comes out,
but only when it feels like comin' out.

There's this box in my room that's packed up for school, full of friendly faces, and timeless rules.
There's no phony love stories or deathless prose,
But there's some dead philosophies, hey, so it goes.
I thought I liked myself, but then I met you.
let's leave the takers alone and maybe one day I might just find that perfect home.
And now I love myself because I looked through those big brown eyes. Lets hope we can read Hemingway and our troubles might go away, the spanish civil war has never seemed so romantic.