Finally, I'm letting go of all my downer thoughts   In no time, there'll be one less sad robot   Looking for a chance to be   Something more than just metal      Now I'm going part time with a film projectionist   And she's the vinyl queen from my surfer dream   She likes the Beach Boys more than radio metal   And she's so good, but, she's no good for me      Oh, Miss Delaney, what's the matter?   You waited by the window, I waited by the door   Oh, Miss Delaney, where's your boyfriend?   He isn't up in Heaven, so why treat him like he's dead? Like he's      It's not that everyday   Everyday is coming up with the green grass   But the times pass   When I think of you whenever I'm at dinner      Finally I've found someone to duel this lonely sea   I don't spend my nights searching for earthquakes   Though it's biblical, how fucked my sleep can be?   But she won't sleep with me      Oh, Miss Delaney, what's the matter?   You waited by the window, waited by the window, I waited by the door   Oh, Miss Delaney, where's your boyfriend?   No, he isn't up in Heaven so why treat him like he's dead?   Like he's dead, like he's dead      From here you can't find everything   Arin, I would never lie to you      Oh, Miss Delaney, Miss Delaney, what you sad for?   Well, you waited by the window and I was kicking down your door   Oh, Miss Delaney, where's your boyfriend? Where's your boyfriend?   He isn't up in Heaven so why treat him like he's dead?   Well, Miss Delaney