The Tremors - Bad Teenage Poetry lyrics

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 *Eleanor screams* Whisper to me bad teenage poetry Whisper to me bad teenage poetry...