Nerd

Acid is dumb, vodka is dumb, download complete, can I stay with you, dope chick? On my way home, I'm not alone. I have your wallet and your platinum credit cards. Did I ever have a girl? Calling your house, I want to make out. I don't think you do, but you might as well face it; the cat will agree, you're thinking of me, every night, as your permanent replacement Guy-with-a-4.0-average, guy-with-a-picture-of-you-on-my-web-site. I'm thinking all the time, how to make your mind Fill with thoughts of love of holograms and comic books. I'm waiting for the day that my mom will say I think you found the girl, the luckiest in all the world. Watch on my arm, born in a barn, Holding my foot to keep my mouth empty. A party it seems has broken my dreams, And my perfect girl makes a perfect binge drinker - Did you ever see "Arthur?" Making amends, telling my friends I jumped off a rooftop and drank a whole bottle. Whoring around, she lets herself down, She cuts herself up, but I like her a lot, still. Cry with a picture of you on my mantle, Die with a picture of me in a dress. It wouldn't be you, I've never been a monkey like those guys you screw Behind the bleachers, buy you ice cream. Lie in a heap, I'll never cry again and I won't lose any sleep When you figure out you wasted it. I'm bleeding and sad, my glasses are broken and I can't tell my dad I didn't stand up today. I think you're all right; you're a gorgeous and a flighty girl. I got in a fight between your world and my world. I'm wasting all my time, trying to make your mind Fill with thoughts of hope of living life and quitting dope. I'm wishing for the day when my friends will say He found the perfect girl, the luckiest in all the world.Anybody notice the Beatles homage? Written November 1st, 2001 © on Jan 08 2002 07:05 PM PST   20 • 0 • 12