He’s got a cigarette in one hand
My heart in the other
Plays guitar in a punk band
Loves the night live a brother
He’s got a girl on the other side of the world
But she can’t be as far as I am
Cause he’s looking right through me
Yeah, he can’t even see when I try
And he makes little comments
Blowing smoke as I pass by
And I just want to drop it
Thinking he’s one of that kind
Oh, it’s crazy I know
But he’s so rock-and-roll
I just want in on his conversation
But there never seems to be
A moment or the mеans for the words
We could take a stroll and maybе listen to vinyl
Baby, I’d be glad if you would stay for a while
Just because you’re bad don’t mean you must be alone
I’ll be your Joni Mitchell, be my Joey Ramone
Rough around the edges, stuck in his mind
He’s better when he’s sober, but he’s best when he’s kind
His melancholy face, it bends me out of shape
In the end, I’d grow weary
Cause he’s just there to tempt me
I was raised up God-fearing
He would grow to resent me
And it just isn’t right
Cause I’m day and he’s night
He’s the moon, though
When I see him playing
Oh, now I’m moving on
You can play my song when I go
I’m going
I’m going
I’m gone
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