Underground Star

I never thought I'd see a picture of you on a website selling clothes. You must be really fashionable now. I'm wasting away waiting for another chance to get away and then I see this. My mood was considerably brighter until I saw this until I saw you. I don't know how you can get away with this. I don't even know how I got myself sucked into this yet again. Would've made life easier if I hadn't known at all. If it isn't you then how many doppelgangers do you have in this world? Don't answer because I know I'll never see you and I know I'll never hear what I want to hear and I know I'll never get it.

Oh you're so fashionable you're an underground star just like that time you crashed the car. Your injuries were everything a boy could dream of. I'm frightened and I'm scared and you won't take me home because I'm too crazy and I see now that you make me feel like a 6 year old child. Loving me would be just too wrong. You'd feel like a criminal just thinking of a switchblade romance.

You underground star we never made love with each others scars and while I fade to grey you are out making your name and playing the game while I sit here in shame of a wasted life that I live. If the curtain calls on your career either way I'll laugh at the televised funeral of you on TV. How can you still haunt me when I try to live a new life? I want answers I know I'll never get