He gets close, but I choke
Take your s***, take your clothes
And get out of my home
I want you to love me
Or I want you long gone
You say your real name is John
Hey, thanks John
Go sings songs, go rock on
Roll your crew on down the road
To the next sold out show
Think you can get up above me?
Well, I want you to know
You're a figure of fun to everyone
Beneath the lone star, neon blue broken sign
They wish they were you
Like I wish you were mine
What a dumb thing to do
How come I shout goodbye when god knows I just want to
Make this white lie big enough to climb inside
With you
Another day, lost and gone
Clipping pages from the news for the senator's son
Well, he just strolls through the lobby
And glad hands everyone
Another day, tossed and done
I go home
Take off clothes
Smoke a bowl
Watched a whole TV movie
I was supposed to be writing
The most beautiful poems
And completely revealing
Divine mysteries of cloaks
I can't say that I'm feeling all that much at all
At 27 years old
I'm discussed with desire by the guys who conspire at the only decent bar in town
And they drink MGD's
And they wish they had me
Like I wish I had fire
What a sad way to be
What a girl who got tired
So, I wonder who you got your hooks in tonight
Was she happy to be hooked and on your arm?
Did she feel alive?
Her head all light
Take your s***, take your clothes
And get out of my home
I want you to love me
Or I want you long gone
You say your real name is John
Hey, thanks John
Go sings songs, go rock on
Roll your crew on down the road
To the next sold out show
Think you can get up above me?
Well, I want you to know
You're a figure of fun to everyone
Beneath the lone star, neon blue broken sign
They wish they were you
Like I wish you were mine
What a dumb thing to do
How come I shout goodbye when god knows I just want to
Make this white lie big enough to climb inside
With you
Another day, lost and gone
Clipping pages from the news for the senator's son
Well, he just strolls through the lobby
And glad hands everyone
Another day, tossed and done
I go home
Take off clothes
Smoke a bowl
Watched a whole TV movie
I was supposed to be writing
The most beautiful poems
And completely revealing
Divine mysteries of cloaks
I can't say that I'm feeling all that much at all
At 27 years old
I'm discussed with desire by the guys who conspire at the only decent bar in town
And they drink MGD's
And they wish they had me
Like I wish I had fire
What a sad way to be
What a girl who got tired
So, I wonder who you got your hooks in tonight
Was she happy to be hooked and on your arm?
Did she feel alive?
Her head all light