You're in an all-girl band Your futon's second hand Your parents understand but you don't care I have a job in a shop I'm an undercover cop I make sure the customers aren't thieves Old at being young Young at being old Everything's on hold within our evolution
Chorus: You're my alternative girlfriend I love you, and now you cannot pretend There's nothing left that won't 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 it's sleeve We're old at being young Young at being old Everything's been sold to other's revolutions
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You live above your dad's 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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