You're in an all-girl band,
Your futon's 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 and 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.
We're old at being young, young at being old,
Everything's been sold to others' revolutions
You're my alternative girlfriend.
I love you and 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 you-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 and now you cannot pretend.
There's nothing left that won't cross over