Manic Pixie Dream Girl

You sounded stupid on the phone
But you were perfect all along
I watched a lonely person crawl
To be ingited by a lovely face
In an ugly place
A stagnant rose
That does not know
So what's the deal with all my drugs
Are you allowed to look away?
When I'm afraid to be myself
It's not the girl who's taking all the blows
I told them so
They told me so
I told you so
Tell me my sweet
How great we'll be
Just tell me off, sick
Tell me off
And I'll hate it
Inundated