Bad Beer

I never thought that I could be One of the people on TV I never thought that I could live like them And have my friends and sleep with them too So I abstained 'til I met you I never mentioned anything About the songs that I would sing Over the summer, when we'd go on tour And sleep on floors and drink the bad beer I think I left it unclear Everything new is a little bit bad And everything old turns you off I can't take all these locals, Annie When all they do is scoff at us Anyway, here is where I've gotta get gone Make sure that you lock all the doors I love looking at your pictures But I still wish I'd brought more And then you saw this little kid Let out a whisper while he hid Big box of candy on the Broad Street train His dad complained of all of these teens Stuck-up and glued to their screens You never told me how it felt When you were crying by yourself All of the people on the crosstown bus loop Staring at you, patting your knees Saying "I'm sorry, sweetie" Everything new is a little bit bad And everything old turns you off If we could sell these freakin' t-shirts, baby I might come home with a bit more money Anyway, here is where I've gotta get gone Make sure that you lock all the doors I love looking at your pictures But I still wish I'd brought more