iris

My friend Iris, she lives in a van

Saves her money to spend it when she can

On food or gas or an album to last her her next trip

My friend Iris, is doing alright

Both her parents approve of her life

Of riding around till she's tired and parking by beach signs

So I'll ride around with her till the Volkswagen dies

My friend Iris believes in a God

And if she prays right, he'll give her what she wants

But I've tried kneeling and I haven't heard anything back

Iris found Him driving through Santa Cruz

Silly me thought I found Him through you

But she got a record deal and all I got was bad news

Iris is singing 'Good Vibrations' and I'm stuck here singing the blues

Ooo, I quit my job I moved back home

Ooo, tryna find religious repose but

Ooo, all I got was fear of missing out

Guess rules don't apply when you feel as alive as Iris

Oh, Iris

I wanna live like my friend Iris

I wanna live like my friend Iris

I wanna live like my friend Iris

I wanna live like my friend Iris

Ooo, I quit my job I moved back home

Ooo, tryna find religious repose but

Ooo, all I got was fear of missing out

Guess rules, no, don't apply when you feel as alive

They don't apply when you feel as alive

They don't apply when you feel as alive as Iris

Oh, Iris

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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