Nobody Likes "Maybe" Backed Into A Corner

We don't care about who we are
(simply because we can't be who we want to)
You're my best, closestest friend (in my head)
But in real life you're almost as far away as dead
(how happy we are in my head!)
When you feel blue like me (the sea)
Everything rhymes with death
And you can't cry, cause the tears won't come
The human race has already used up its allowance of salt water
Poor me/poor you/poor we
Light you on fire in effigy, leave me be
Leave me the person I want to be
The one you kicked off the hayride
You're my best mistake for ruining my life
You could ruin my life (because you're so pretty)
Keep quiet, I've kept quiet, like little boy blue
You like him don't you?
You loose the color blue from underneath the rock
It was buried under
Christ
You're great
Working for us sinful little people
But I light matches in the wintertime, just to keep my head on
And the snow outside, where I belong
And why does "flowers" rhyme with death?
And why do I hear your voice every night when I try to sleep
You'd weep, like I can't, oh wait, I'm a tragic poet, I forgot
Can I lie like I'm happy with you to the world?
Because you're the last locked door between me and you
Douse the wick in kerosene
Lit like a candle
Douse the wicked kerosene
It's all that's keeping me rambling on
Don't say that poets can't dream
I've dreamed up more than life could ever create
Thank God for imagination
Thank evolution for opposable thumbs
Thank me for not shouting it all out on a rooftop
Because then the world would never let us be
But it never leaves alone
Such farsighted, insighted, uprighted boys like me
I look so good in shades of blue
So do you