The college years were lean, well
Coming out but maybe
Not so clean my love
And if I stay much longer
My feelings for you
They might get much stronger now
A Motorola come
Sleep your way into
A deep diploma girl
At the dormitory
You come to pour me
One of your best stories, girl
And I feel your face getting wet
Like the color red of roulette
And I place my losing bet
On your side
And I see your eyes of regret
But you gave as good as you get
Like the Massachusetts threat
Running wild
A pair of dirty jeans
That you would wash
Inside my brass machine
Laying on your mattress
A thing of beauty
We would need more practice now
Hall and Oates were singing
The funny notes
That you were always bringing, girl
And elevator's closing
Hard to hide
When love is so exposing
And I feel your face getting wet
Like the color red of roulette
And I place my losing bet
On your side
And I see your eyes of regret
But you gave as good as you get
Like the Massachusetts threat
Running wild
When I drove her
To Villanova
Light me up when you decide
The stark aroma
Of your Tacoma
A tiny box where we reside
Battle tasted
A life invested
Dully noted and denied
Fully loaded
Space encoded
A quiet night out in the sky
Your stack of lies was daunting
A tribute to your mind
But way more haunting
A talking psycho killer
Betrayed the heads
Of even Henry Miller
Conspiracy's a theory
I wonder, Tim
If this could be your Leary
She acts like Marlon Brando
Born online inside
The San Fernando
