i made you a mix tape
okay it's not a tape at all
but it's full of sad songs
that make summer feel like fall
the reason i'm calling
the thing that i'm trying to say
maybe i should come over
the truth is i'm on my way
the truth is i'm on my way
when i was another
i knew you a little while
ow all of your lovers
are waitng for you to smile
your sons and your daughters
are torturing you with words
reliving the past
believing in reverb
the priest of the future
and the pastor of present tense
are out in the alley
destroying the evidence
we harbored a fugitive
the essence of wasted youth
all caught up in fishnets
you smoke on the roof
the arc of the starbright evening
the classic rock station
says "don't stop believing."
"it's more than a feeling."
the priest dressed in crimson
the pastor in white
they are never wrong
they are never right
when i was another
i knew you a little while
ow all of your lovers
are waiting for you to smile
i made you a mix tape
okay it's not a tape at all
but it's full of sad songs
that make summer feel like fall
i remember the moment
the bullet returned
back into the gun
i was looking for something
that can't be encoded
in zeroes and ones.