Porphyrophobia

When you're looking for a someone

And then someone comes along

It never enters in your head

The thought that someone could be wrong

And they'll tell you that you're pretty

Put these thoughts inside your head

But you're never really special

You'll just realise you're average instead

And you try to wash away the crowd

Play your music far too loud

But everyone will just think that you're irritating, people-hating

Just another single-mother offshoot when you're not

This lip gloss feels all funny, man I wish that I was shot

Through the heart, with a dart

But I'm not, but I'm not, but I'm not

And the someone that you know and love

Is sleeping at your place

And there's something in his hair

And there's something on your face

And you look him in the eyes

And then he's sitting on your floor

And then you want to hold him close

But then he's walking out the door

And all the songs he played this morning

Were about people like me

Who he'd fallen for or slept with

Or had gotten drunk and slept with just like me

And I know I'm not that great

And there are things about you that I hate

And I know that I'm annoying too

But mostly when I think of you

I feel like I am someone who is irritating, people-hating

Just another drunken lover even if I'm not

Your hair is multicoloured and your eyes are all bloodshot

And I wish that I was special just like you

But I'm not, but I'm not