Lazy lover
Find a place for me again
You felt it once before
I know you did
I could see it
Backseat serenade
Little hand grenade
Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're salty like a summer day
Kiss the pain away
To your radio
You send me reeling
Calling out to you for more
The value of this moment lives in metaphor
Yeah, through it all
Oh, well imagine
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor
And I can't help but to hear
No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:
"What a beautiful wedding!What a beautiful wedding!"
Says a bridesmaid to a waiter
"And yes, but what a shame, what a shame
The poor groom's bride is a whore"
I'd chime in with a:
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"
