She′s signing autographs for hours the line is longer when you deal with amateurs I′ve got some autographs of others but a shirt that smells a little like her
Once the bane of my perversion Now she′s on the television
Turn it up turn it down Tune me in tune me out
Bite my lip around the family they know her holiday and summer weekend face She′s got a lovely shitcom family adopted one of every single race
Put yourself in my position My Ex is on the television
Turn it up...
When you place your lips upon the screen spark of which you′ve never seen A volume knob controls the scream
Among the crumpled tissues white like daisies fell like soldiers dead determined I surrender CD cases broken in a desperate chance to find the perfect ballad To move you
Fight with little purpose Only meaning to scratch the surface It′s not pretty underneath There among debris find casual in casualty It′s not pretty underneath
A bottle meant for two a glass that′s full of legs but free of any fingerprints From you A neighbor one time pounding on the wall now lulled to sleep by lowered voices Is waking
Fight with little purpose Only meaning to scratch the surface It′s not pretty underneath There among debris find casual in casualty It′s not pretty underneath
My eyes are on your hands I′m helpless when I′m looking at you Be very very careful not to Crack the seals of last year′s arguments they don′t hold a candle to the one This year A disagreement used to be a speed bump on a highway going eighty
Turn the cushions over, tonight we′re coming over Angry once, we′re not so anymore And all that we desire is sweep the stage of fliers It was funny once it′s not so anymore
Me, I′ve got a supergig, got a brand new rig I′ll crank it for you all
The drummer′s got a hard-on for every song he starts on Once seemed loud, he′s not so anymore The catalog of ballads we played to clean your palates We used to care, we don′t care anymore
Me, I′ve got a super sound when I play around the gyms or parties Me, I′ve got a super sound either way
There′s not a missing link no matter what you think Right before the break up we turn around and make up Once stupid we are not so anymore The fear of bargain basements are gone without a trace, yeah We used to care, we don′t care anymore
There ain′t no way any super girl′s gonna change my world Or keep me down cause Me, I′ve got a super rig whether at a gig or playing in my room
She loves everybody she loves everyone Like the picture taken twenty years ago that she keeps in her portfolio He wants everybody he wants anything And they part the rope outside the whiskey bar A glitter gown in orbit left to satellite a waning star
I touch down in the heated land And shiver in my bones as I look up to greet the clouds that wait for me Washed aside by circumstance The watercloth had cleared the answer in my mind And you were there with me, there with me again
She loves everybody she loves everyone The evidence sits in the VCR He′s choking on apologies, she′s channeling a superstar
I tiny elbow through the crowd Flashing lights, the music′s loud, I′m questioning if this is destiny Disappearing from the rants Ignoring risen sycophants, I close my eyes And you were there with me, there with me, there with me again