Birthday Song

But I fear I'm just as lost If you get my sense of humor, why'd you call? Looting fries off my friend's soon-to-be ex Well you seem right for a club that could use a good laugh We could stay awhile, kneel to neon love Working out who's better (at) going first Your resin eye slid down a giant lens, wondering "Tell me the one about your silver screen" But I'd like to know how much you hate your favorite show And what you've become in the past few years Hang on, while I wait in line at the dive, buying time Loitering with the face of a Double Presley, mid-draw Do you ever wonder what they'd say of us? And what were we to tell our worried moms? Brillobox belongs to you & I Where acid-trip art films are flashing by As my leg fell asleep, in a buzzing room Of friends, all incomplete, guaranteed fools All Lemon Drop'd; forgot your birthday song As they sing to you, I wish for paint on our walls Three years in, should I be pacing less? For all the nights spilled out into shallow ends Wringing out our friends for their side of it Won't someone tell me the one about the two of us again? But I'd like to know if you feel the same Or if I was a part of the wish I thought you made While I wait now in line, at the pace of the register Waving my dwindling empire At the dude who thought we're mad Wishing us, "Good night" Again