Garbage

So others think you're garbage, but I think you are quite sweet.
I've seen you around with most of the guys, and I've been there when you cheat.
But if you will be my garbage princess, I'll be your garbage prince,
Then we'll ride off in the sunset, and you'll give flirtatious hints
Like that time in the dinner hall, when you stared at me and winked
Then reality hit, and I realized you just blinked.
It was really one of those stares that's like "Ew you freak."
Then you walk off with your garbage friends, your little preppy clique.
You never even realize, that each heart you break.
Makes it easier for me to fall flat on my face.
As I can never fix a broken heart, there's a thousand of them now.
They're all swarming around you, and you don't care somehow.
You rip them up and throw them down, yet they run back to you.
All of your old friends say "That's not the girl I knew."
In reality you're garbage, yet you're worshipped all around.
You're scum, yet I want you, yet not the queen they've crowned.
See I think I can change you, then you'll be free from your curse,
but you don't even know me, I'll probably make things worse.
but I don't even know you, so it helps me with my dreams,
as you could be amazing, and we'll eat chocolate Ice cream,
and I'll whisk you off onto a horse and ride to our kingdom
and we'll go swimming in our garbage lake, and kick the leaves in autumn.
So even though you're garbage, I'm seriously convinced,
If you'll be my garbage princess, I'll be your garbage prince.