Beautiful Boy

Beautiful boy, tell me your secrets,
And I will tell you my lies
we hold each other on the floor
desperately grasping,
desperately search for something
but don't make meyour inspiration,
I don't want to be your muse.

I ain't your mother,
go back home for one of those.
I ain't your lover,
I've got on too many clothes.

Sing me a song about Josephine,
tell me all about the world
with the tangerines,
you want to be in love with her
but she's just a song to me,
she's just one more lie in my life,
whispers on a piece of paper.

I ain't your mother,
go back home for one of those.
I ain't your lover,
I've got on too many clothes.

You always laugh at my curses
and when I dance that secret dance,
it's just for your eyes,
you say you hate perfection,
well, i don't know the difference
between those lies and me,
what about that for imperfection?

I ain't your mother,
go back home for one of those.
I ain't your lover,
I've got on too many clothes.

Beautiful boy, tell me your secrets,
and I will tell you my lies,
it will keep us through the night
if you keep on believing
that I am your inspiration
for those songs you sing
but I don't want to be your muse

anymore.

A/N: I may edit this or I may not. I wrote it without any paper so forgive me if it's horrible.