You're in an all-girl band Your futons 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
You're my alternative girlfriend I love you, 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
Old at being young Young at being old And everything's been sold to other's revolutions
You're my alternative girlfriend I love you, now you cannot pretend There's nothing left that won't cross over
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
You're my alternative girlfriend I love you, now you cannot pretend There's nothing left that won't cross over
