Your Favourite Beatles Song

Being for the benefit of nothing nice
I fall at your feet in a fanfare of flesh
Never one to like even the most popular rebels
I submit

Now you take this sad song and make it seem sadder
as I wipe away these impossible stains
and fill up my hovel with memorabilia
It rains

Spin the magic 8 Ball and read your decision
 read me a line from your born-again story
 read me a line from your fairy-tale hatemail
 read me a line but don't look in these eyes
Read me a line without laughing or crying
 read me a line that doesn't come from your heart
 read me a line you've read a thousand times before
 read another line for me
Forfeit your destiny

Bloodied and forsaken by the torments of the cross
Buried and forgotten by the faces in the yearbook
Burning in the flames of my own retribution
I sigh

Remembering Tuesday and the eyes of Ruby
the way you said you'd hold me 'till the end
Drunk on my dreams and memories of nothing nice
I forget

Spin the magic 8 Ball and read your decision
 read me a line from your born-again story
 read me a line from your fairy-tale hatemail
 read me a line but don't look in these eyes
Read me a line without laughing or crying
 read me a line that doesn't come from your heart
 read me a line you've read a thousand times before
 read another line for me
Forfeit your destiny