Make Out

I like to think I live in film She's much more digital She sends me pictures in her rollerblades for visual She's eating pickles from a jar, I think I love her That girl I met inside a bar in East Virginia Do you want me? I'm here waiting Let's just make out What's the harm now? I think your friend is into me more than you were But you still call me when you're drunk So maybe I'm wrong You stuck your tongue out from the crowd I must be lonely You're not that girl I miss in Kansas City Do you want me? I'm here waiting Let's just make out What's the harm now? Do you want me? I'm here waiting Let's just make out What's the harm now? Ah, fuck Da-da-da-da Blahhh