Your record label sucks!

Lavender daydream baby,

he looked better on his knees,

he makes the masses swoon with a smile and always perfect timing.

What if I yearn for you?

In a way that's not friendly?

Every time I stare at the stage,

I'm convinced you've infected me.

Lavender disorder

Lavender disease

People will swear up and down that you are spiraling,

but in my arms you seem fine to me.

Maybe we run away,

Forget about the record and the fucking roadies.

Maybe by the end of the week I can convince the spotlight's favorite boy to come home with me.

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Your record label sucks, John! (The models that agree that rockstars make for shitty boyfriends)