Lyrics
(One, two)
The college years were lean, well
Coming out but maybe not so clean, my love
And if I stay much longer
My feelings for you, they might get much stronger, now
A Motorola coma
Sleep your way into a deep diploma, girl
At the dormitory
You've come to pour me one of your best stories, girl
And I feel your face getting wet
Like the color red of roulette
And I place my losing bet
On your side
And I see your eyes of regret
But you gave as good as you get
Like a Massachusetts threat
Running wild
A pair of dirty jeans, well
You would wash inside my brass machine, that's good
Laying on your mattress
A thing of beauty, we would need more practice now
Hall & Oates were singing
The funny notes that you were always bringing, girl
And elevator's closing
Hard to hide when love is so exposing
And I feel your face getting wet
Like the color red of roulette
And I place my losing bet
On your side
And I see your eyes of regret
But you gave as good as you get
Like a Massachusetts threat
Running wild
When I drove her to Villanova
Light me up when you decide
The stark aroma of your Tacoma
A tiny box where we reside
A battle tested, a life invested
Duly noted and denied
A fully loaded, space encoded
A quiet night out in the sky
Your stack of lies was daunting
A tribute to your mind but way more haunting now
A talking psycho killer
Betrayed the heads of even Henry Miller, now
Conspiracy's a theory
I wonder, Tim, if this could be your Leary, love, ah
She act like Marlon Brando
Born online inside the San Fernando
