Miss Delaney

Finally, I'm letting go of all my downer thoughts In no time there'll be one less sad robot Looking for a chance to be something more than just metal Now I'm going part time with a film projectionist And she's the vinyl queen from the surfer dream She likes The Beach Boys more than radio metal And she's so good But she's no good for me Oh, Miss Delaney What's the matter? You waited by the window (you waited by the window) I waited by the door Oh, Miss Delaney Where's your boyfriend? He isn't up in heaven So why treat him like he's dead? Like he's It's not that everyday, everyday is coming up with the green grass But the time's pass when I think of you whenever I'm at dinner Finally, I've found someone to duel this lonely sea I don't spend my nights searching for earthquakes Oh, it's biblical how fucked my sleep can be But she won't sleep with me Oh, Miss Delaney What's the matter? You waited by the window, waited by the window I waited by the door Oh, Miss Delaney Where's your boyfriend? No, he isn't up in heaven So why treat him like he's dead? Like he's dead, like he's dead From here you can't find everything Erin, I would never lie to you Oh, Miss Delaney, Miss Delaney Whatcha sad for? Well, you waited by the window And I was kicking down your door Oh, Miss Delaney Where's your boyfriend? Where's your boyfriend? He isn't up in heaven So why treat him like he's dead? Oh, Miss Delaney