You're in an all-girl band,
your futon's second-hand,
your parents understand but you don't care.
i have a job in a shop,
i'm an undercover cop,
i make sure the customers aren't thieves.
Old at being young, young at being old,
everything's on hold within our evolution...
You're my alternative girlfriend.
i love you and now you cannot pretend.
there's nothing left that won't cross over...
Last night we slept on the lawn,
you woke up and i was gone,
back to the dream i dream to leave.
my life with her is a bore,
a worn-out metaphor,
no more surprises up its sleeve.
We're old at being young, young at being old,
everything's been sold to others' revolutions...
You're my alternative girlfriend.
i love you and now you cannot pretend.
there's nothing left that won't cross over...
You live above your dad's four-car garage,
with your vinyl and imaginary entourage.
if i pull up in a u-haul, pack up quick,
so we can get out of this town, 'cause it makes me sick.
You're my alternative girlfriend.
i love you and now you cannot pretend.
there's nothing left that won't cross over...