Collin means well he’s just dramatic Wears his collar like a book store addict hallowed angel to handsome devil I’m slightly jealous of his store bought wisdom If California is slightly L shaped Then Nebraska has better landscapes I'll meet you in the state with fresher air
You’re torn about the loss of your fictional brother And I don’t know the last time that I've see you sober If the lamp burns out at least we’ll have each other When the sun comes up ill be halfway to Holland
There’s no radio but there’s some paper I’ve got some beach boy records I’m sorry there’s no blow If Brian Wilson was your savior I wouldn’t question your odd behavior I'll meet you in the state with fresher air
I'll button my jacket turn out the headlights Put on my glasses block out the sunlight I believe in acid showers Pasty skin and wilted flowers
I believe in well popped collars Purple rain and worn out sweaters
You’ve got terrible posture, free spirited monster We could straighten your back out Yeah I think I’ll black out