once upon a time,
there was a boy and his lucky crime,
he picked her pink roses from
pretentious, large gardens,
yet he was the only one there,
who didn't seem to pretend.
his crime was a girl
who fell in love too easily
and she was a fool,
but he was happy to be a fool
with her, and they spent their days,
singing in breathy gasps,
while running through green grass,
and cooking things that blew up the kitchen.
what everybody else never knew
was that he was dangerous,
he hides all the Red
by draining it inside her marble bathtub.
she was a beautiful crime,
and he got to call her mine.
his crime couldn't leave him,
because who else would ever love her?
nobody else. nobody wanted her
and she'd rather be damned to eternity
in pure cruelty, than to be alone,
because there was nothing for her on her own.
and maybe he felt bad and maybe he knew,
that he was horrible
and he took her life before it even truly began,
so then he left, and his no longer crime,
felt like dying on the bathroom floor,
there was no more Red, she never wanted to do it,
but he always did, and even though it was horrid,
she was happy,
because she always wanted to be wanted,
even if they begged please,
she had to do it,
the crime wasn't her,
it was the fear of never being wanted.
a few years later an old, crippled, unwanted, woman
told her story to anyone who would bother to listen,
she'd sing,
"they said to let it go,
someone one day will want you more,
so i'll leave your rose
and i'll find someone better,
like they told me to,
i'll find someone
who will love every part
of me, even the blues,
i'll find someone better,
someone beautiful and new,
i'll find someone better,
but i'll never be happier with them
than i was with you."
a/n:
inspired by olivia rodrigo's happier!! i love her and the entire album so much. happier is probably my favorite.
