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       Chorus:    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 other's revolutions       Chorus       You live above your dad's four-car garage    With your vinyl and imaginary entourage    if I pull up in a U-Haul, pack up quick    So we can get out of this town 'cause it makes me sick       Chorus