Romance

One, two, three

This shadow figure, heard about for years

So we waited outside the grocery store for him to appear

In the winter, with holes in our dreams

Oh, what could it mean to be a fan of anyone

And to live through that dream?

I watched, you got bigger, some kinda solar flare

Now I pay you good money to ignore that I'm there

In your city, with scabs on my knees

Oh, what could it mean, subservient for so long

And still on routine?

And I know you don't hate yourself

But sometimes you might as well

Oh, what do you mean, you don't want for anything?

Not even me?

He got so disfigured, seen dining alone

So we waited outside the restaurant and we followed him home

In the summer, with no one to please

So, what should it mean, that we wear the same haircut

And we buy the same tees?

Yeah, I know I don't hate myself

But sometimes I might as well