I keep going for the types who invite themselves inside
I guess I’m not the sweep-you-off-your-feet type guy
This one’s got a vintage camera she may never shoot strapped around her
And I never want to work because I can’t buy back the time
I’ve been wasting every day underneath fluorescent lights
At the light, I see you in the coffee shop and I’ve got to stop cause
I’ve got to know if you’re as good as you look
Can we talk about our favorite books, though we haven’t read a word in months?
Maybe you can get me back into drugs, maybe you can be a placeholder
You were cool until you started ditching me
Now you’re out like a light that’s been burnt for centuries
At the bar your friend teased, “se besaron?”
She didn’t think I spoke español
But sometimes telling’s better than the kissing
Sometimes I really am that superficial
I’ll be on an outbound train, you’ll be showering my memory away
She’s got recurring dreams of wrecking somebody else’s fucking wedding
She’s had a little trouble blending herself into her story’s setting
When the rich get divorces, do they split the dogs and horses?
When your lover gets deported, how will you ever be supported?
In the mornings sometimes I’m not really there
When shes telling me she loves me just to fill the air
She might get an arrow inked into her wrist, yeah that would be cool
I say when you leave home there should be a wrecking ball behind you