All Your Favorite Songs

Outside treehouse last night I think I saw her

With her coat just slipping off her shoulder

Spilled my coffee cup

And burned both my knees

8th street subway platform I’m thinking bout her

Hear her hum that Björk song

Keeps getting louder

Stumbling to my seat

Soaked in defeat

Sarah told me I should just keep dreaming

Now I stay in bed and stare at the ceiling

Sarah taught me

I said “we could hang with Mark unless you think he's boring

Or watch the dogs at the dog park on Sunday Morning”

She said “go fuck yourself” but I don’t know why, she’d say that

Sarah told me I should just keep dreaming

Now I stay in bed and stare at the ceiling

Sarah taught me I’m not worth near anything

Now I stay in bed and soak up the feeling

I’ll keep hanging on by a thread wait and see

I’ll keep throwing rocks at your window while you sleep

I’ll blast your favorite songs and piss your neighbors off

I hope you sing along

To all your favorite songs

Just like nothing’s wrong