Tempest In A Teacup

Miranda is getting high with her heart-shaped cloud
She's never seen one before, she can almost taste it
I'm waving goodbye with my broken arm
Forcing a smile, just to make you harm
You thought it was impossible but she can fake it

Oh the boys are so naive, protecting their hearts

Prospero is winking, doesn't have a clue
You never thought it would get back to you
You grab a little shell, and you call it yours
Just because you can break it and feel no remorse
She's two palms away I can almost taste her