Bad Teenage Poetry - The Tremors

Your eyes are small pools

Of fake French perfume

The most blue the sky has seen

Yeah I know my eyes are green

It’s bad poetry

You read to me

From a magazine

Whisper to me bad teenage poetry

Whisper to me bad teenage poetry

I scry between the lines

Expose the white lines

Of trust and eternity

And the little cracks in between

It’s bad poetry (bad poetry)

You read to me

From a magazine

Whisper to me bad teenage poetry

Whisper to me bad teenage poetry…