Those Eyeliner Eyes

Some people call me obsessed,
Others may call me stupid.
I don't care how you may be dressed,
To me, you are the three versions of Cupid.

For every guitar chord you strum out,
For every bass string you pluck easily,
For every drum beat you tap rhythmically,
My heart sings, my ears sigh,
It is because of you I cannot lie.

The eyeliner that lines your eyes,
The ties that hang around your necks,
The lyrics that can be seen as cries
for help, for reassurance, for calmness.

Those three men
May be judged too much,
Or maybe not even enough.

Why must I be judged
For what my heart sings to?

Green Day, I thank you.