Stay out super late tonight Picking apples, making pies Put a little something in our lemonade And take it with us We?re half awake in a fake empire
Standing at the punch table, swallowing punch Can?t pay attention to the sound of anyone A little more stupid, a little more scared Every minute, more
Be still for a second while I try and try to pin your flowers on La, la, la, la, la Can you carry my drink? I have everything else I can tie my tie all
I got two armfuls of magazines for you, I?ll bring 'em over So hang your holiday rainbow lights in the garden Hang your holiday rainbow lights in the
Falling out of touch with all My friends are somewhere, getting wasted Hope they?re staying glued together I have arms for them Take another sip of them
Ada, don?t talk about reasons Why you don?t want to talk about reasons Why you don?t wanna talk Now that you got everybody you consider sharp All alone
You have to do it running But you do everything that they ask you to 'Cause you don?t mind seeing yourself in a picture As long as you look faraway, as
They?re gonna send us to prison for jerks For having vague ideas of the way to turn each other on again They?re gonna send us to prison for jerks They
Underline everything I?m a professional in my beloved white shirt Underline everything I?m a professional in my beloved white shirt I'm going down among
I?ve been draggin' around From the end of your coat for two weeks, ahh Everywhere you go is swirlin' Everything you say has water under it, ahh You know
We expected something, something better than before We expected something more Do you really think you can just put it in a safe Behind a painting, lock
You?re pink, you?re young, you?re middle-class They say it doesn?t matter Fifteen blue shirts and womanly hands You?re shooting up the ladder Your mind
: I?ve been draggin around from the end of your coat for two weeks everywhere you go is swirlin, everything you say has water under it You know I keep
: Underline everything, I?m a professional in my beloved white shirt Underline everything, I?m a professional in my beloved white shirt I'm going down
: Falling out of touch with all my friends are somewhere getting wasted, hope they?re staying glued together, I have arms for them. Take another sip
: Standing at the punch table swallowing punch can?t pay attention to the sound of anyone a little more stupid, a little more scared every minute more
: We expected something, something better than before. We expected something more do you really think you can just put it in a safe behind a painting
: They?re gonna send us to prison for jerks for having vague ideas of the way to turn each other on again they?re gonna send us to prison for jerks
