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 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 the 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 and Oates were singing
The funny notes that you were always bringing, girl
An 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 the 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

Battle tested
A life invested
Duly noted and denied
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
She acts like Marlon Brando
Born online inside the San Fernando