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 Its Sleeve We´re Old At Being Young Young At Being Old
Everything´s Been Sold To Other´s Revolutions
Chorus
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