You picked the shirt that I'm wearing
Ah did you not honey love
And all the hipsters and has-beens
Well, they can all just fuck off
And it's been eating my heart out
And now it's gone to my head
That we have peaked for some months now
And this is all gonna end
And now she's waiting in the hall
Yeah everybody here is just so weird but you're not at all
You worry about the consequence of leaving for the terminal
I worry about how fast I'll wear you down
Darling, we're picking up speed
And all the shit that I'm talking
Yeah it's just nonsense and slurs
But I'll be fun around your friends
Oh they're glad for their girl
Yeah we can put on a show huh
And are you proud of me then
You know I love how you hold us
In the palm of your hand
Darling, we're picking up speed
And now she's waiting in the hall
Yeah everybody here is just so weird but you're not at all
You worry about the consequence of leaving for the terminal
I worry about how fast I'll wear you down
You picked the shirt that I'm wearing
Ah did you not honey love
Cuz you got great taste in fashion
And surely I, I have none
