I'll make up excuses like you're leaving town soon, but that doesn't even matter because time isn't a cue for me nor is it one for you, maybe I just don't love like other people do. Tonight I'll try to kiss you on the lips and by tonight I mean probably never, because I'm too shy to look you in the eyes and while it may sound cute this doesn't last with time. So if you wanna make a move, go make it. or not. I mean whatever. And if you're not feeling quite right it's alright I'm not feeling any better. Maybe it's just this crummy old weather. I fit just like a glove and you fit just like a mitten, and I'm smitten by your teeth, your smile, I wonder if this could last awhile I feel like a kitten rolling up a ball of yarn, sometimes my claws get stuck and it makes it a little bit hard for me but it also makes me so gosh darn happy. I don't have much control over where it rolls, I hope it hits you. It's bright and orange and mighty warm it's such a pretty hue Let's switch clothes play some Roller Coaster Tycoon.

I fall in love with half the people I meet, so please won't you forgive me? I don't mean to come on strong, I'm still learning how to get along. Please I wanna know, how do I make friends at any punk show? Won't you lend me a hand? I'm holding auditions to join my one man band. We both play music, and I think I like your taste. And whenever we're together, it feels like we're on spring break And please I wanna know, how can you feel sleepy when it snows? I'm trying to understand, but I'm starting to get ready to let this get out of hand.

If I discovered punk rock five years earlier where would I be and who would care about me? It has given me an outlet for all I want to keep outside of myself and for that I'm grateful. I really think it's helping me out. What do I care how you fashion your hair? To me punk rock is a kind of a ghost, one that means you feel passionately. And thank you for ignoring the fact that most of my songs are kinda boring. You listening now means something to me I'm terrified of rejection, and also kinda putting myself out there, but I make myself do it for some reason unknown. I'm sure I'm crazy, and I hate every piece of art I've ever made but that's the process of growing and it feels good pretend I'm not alone. What do I care how you fashion your hair? To me punk rock is a kind of a ghost, one that means you feel passionately. And thank you for ignoring the fact that most of my songs are kinda boring. You listening now means something to me. Oh boy, do we hate goodbyes. I feel like every time I say one, a small part of me dies. So you say "see you tomorrow." I'll see to it my friend. The city lights are so beautiful from above, they're like the stars I wish I saw when I was young. I was stuck in the suburbs, blessed to the bitter end. How can I have an opinion about how at every moment I feel like clinging onto the past which I wish was mine. And thank you for ignoring the fact that most of my songs are kinda boring. You listening now means something to me. You listening now makes me feel a little less crazy. You listening now makes me feel a bit less like a creep.

I'm a pretentious jerk, and I'll kick you in the butt. But you say it's ok and you're never giving up, on me. I wish you were real, I wish you here lying next to me. But I've had more luck with imaginaries. Would you trust me, if I said I'm not giving up? Would you believe me if you knew exactly that I'm such a fuck up? Maybe you're real and maybe I'm not. Maybe you're real and maybe I'm not.