Sticking my Tongue Out in your Direction

coffee and cigarettes,
ok, i get it.
you are a tortured, gorgeous girl,
with a soul so beautiful
that it is snapped in black and white.

i am in colour, ok?
and i have skinny legs in my jeans,
because i learned that they were cool,
long before everyone here did.
do you get it?
i am original and i should be
more treasured than you.

coffee and cigarettes, ok.
and seven jeans and fidelities.
don't you see the contradiction
in the beauty you claim to be?

i am in my citizens
and my rock and republics
and i made them cool long before
the world saw them that way.
i am original ok?

you cut yourself open,
and you bleed,
and then you look to the side,
to see if anyone is noticing.
i get it ok,
you live off your inadequacies,
you want to live on stage.

come and get it ok,
because i am just the same as you,
and maybe even better.