Lyrics Bad Teenage Poetry - The Tremors

Bad Teenage Poetry

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…