Youre in an allgirl band
Your futons second hand
Your parents understand but you dont care
I have a job in a shop
Im an undercover cop
I make sure the customers arent thieves
Old at being young
Young at being old
Everythings on hold within our evolution
Chorus
Youre my alternative girlfriend
I love you and now you cannot pretend
Theres nothing left that wont 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 wornout metaphor
No more surprises up its sleeve
Were old at being young young at being old
Everythings been sold to others revolutions
Chorus
You live above your dads fourcar garage
With your vinyl and imaginary entourage
If I pull up in a UHaul pack up quick
So we can get out of this town cause it makes me sick
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