(Bright side of the dark side)
(Bright side of the dark side)

(Bright side of the dark side)
(Bright side of the dark side)

(Life gets so exciting)
(And much more eventful)
(With friends like Ruby Gloom)
(’Cause that’s when her story began)

A thick bright CRT, with scanlines on the screen
a world unknown, it’s to explore; escape to fantasy
dollsites and spinning images, a city in the sky
it’s already far gone, at a loss for what you’ve seen

My shirts are ruby red, it’s my hallmark on the earth.
so douse my hair with gasoline
and that’s when the story began.

They were scared of me at school, I never understood
But I don’t wanna change: I don’t like being good
even so, it’s still impossible, and that’s what I deserve
Stay paler than a ghost, I accept and I observe

A whole new land of confidence has opened up my mind
so douse my hair with gasoline
and that’s when my story began.

I don’t think that anyone was asking your opinion.
Wash the gasoline out of your hair and listen closely.

I thought I left the woods, at least for good this time
but now our souls have grown, they’re coming after mine
I know it sounds impossible, but we have got to change
I can’t live like a ghost, I’ll run back and re-arrange

Discovering the joys of how it could’ve been
I washed my hair of gasoline
and that’s when my story got better!

My thick bright CRT is laying next to me
the nights are very cold, at least it’s not the street
I miss my friends at confidence, I miss my time at school
BUT HONESTLY IT’S BETTER: I’M RED, LIKE RUBY
GLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
And that’s when her story quite ended…

(Life gets so exciting)
(And much more eventful)
(With friends like Ruby Gloom)
(’Cause that’s when her story quite ended)

but just when Ruby Gloom had realized
she was never meant to leave the city she loved so dearly,
an intrusive thought came to her,
as if maladaptively daydreaming.
She began walking back to her beloved woods,
looking for by-gone relics.