Blue Jeans

She wore blue jeans on the scene Like the pages in a magazine She's got long hair Never stare You could call but she'll never be there She's at the corner at the café Filled with adverts and a waiter named Wordsworth I think that I'm in love with her My heads empty Save a few lights Some cigarette butts and some afternoon fights I can't tell you what it means To lay with the girl in the tight blue jeans I think that I'm in love with her Do you know how to get away from her? Do you know how to survive? Do you know how to get away from her? Do you know how to survive? Sad, I should have never let you win She wore blue jeans on the scene Like the pages in a magazine She's got long hair Never stare You could call but she'll never be there She's at the corner at the café Filled with adverts and a waiter named Wordsworth Watching that T.V. and rotting her brain Too much coffee makes her go insane I think that I'm in love with her Do you know how to get away from her? Do you know how to survive? Do you know how to get away from her? Do you know how to survive? Do you know how to survive?