Manic Pixie Dream Boy Video (MV)

His eyes are witch hazel, they reduce sensitivity
To all of the negativity that still gets to me
I think I might be in love with him
Or maybe it's my romanticization of him
But is that such a cardinal sin
Well maybe, but I'd never treat him like a toy
I'm certainly no Helen of Troy
But I still play coquettish and coy
He's my manic pixie dream boy
He's olive green
A fluorescent emerald scene
A flourishing forest in a Midsummer Night's Dream
Well my stomach stings from fluttering wings
I hum along to the sweet tune he sings
Transposed into the key of "C" minor for more melancholy
Well I still play coquettish and coy
He's my manic pixie dream boy
Now here's the problem, I just want to make you mine
Well I've been waiting for some sort of cosmic sign
That I should play out this pathetic pantomime
But I don't want to take up all your precious time
Now here's the problem, I can feel it forming now
Now here's the problem, I can hear the thunder clouds
Now here's the problem, I know I will bring you down
Now here's the problem, I can't bear to see you frown
He's poppy, sunflower, and morning glory
He comes on like cold brew decaf coffee
I'm liking the lichen that lies in his eyes
With amber and patina butterflies
I could climb him like a tree
And I do mean that literally, because he's tall
But I still play coquettish and coy
He's my manic pixie dream boy
He's cinnamon coating the back of my throat
Dewar's scotch taped to my tongue, I can't help but choke
I'm gagging on notes I wish I never wrote
He'd never write back, I'm such a tired joke
But I still wait patiently
I've got nowhere better to be
But I still play coquettish and coy
He's my manic pixie dream boy