Youre in an all-girl band
Your futons second hand
Your parents understand but you dont care
I have a job in a shop
Im an undercover cop
I make sure the customers arent thieves
Old at being young
Young at being old
Everythings on hold within our evolution
Chorus:
Youre my alternative girlfriend
I love you, and now you cannot pretend
Theres nothing left that wont cross over
Last night we slept on the lawn
You woke up and I was gone
Back to the dream I dream to leave
My life with her is a bore
A worn-out metaphor
No more surprises up its sleeve
Were old at being young
Young at being old
Everythings been sold to others revolutions
Chorus
You live above your dads four-car garage
With your vinyl and imaginary entourage
If I pull up in a u-haul, pack up quick
So we can get out of this town cause it makes me sick
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