The first day we met you were smoking a cigarette
And I didn't like that and you didn't like me
You had an ugly old dress
And your hair was a mess and your shoes were gold
Your apartment resembles an empty compartment in the console of my car
Want to get a drink or two?
That's not what I like to do
I like sitting in crowded rooms just listening
To the sounds humans make
The motives they create
With thin crust and no taste, no body, no face
We argued about holding hands
No, boy you must understand
This means nothing but a request
You're no failure, no success
Now the movie's starting
The car is starting
Take me home, I don't want to be alone
Just take me home I don't want to be alone
Sit close, closer
Sit close, closer
We never solved our problems
We left the solutions on the tips of our tongues
Now we both lie at the bottom of our livers and our lungs
Our preferred vices
How nice is the sound of a crowded room?
