just layin around
feelin kinda fancy
pollyanna
says i'm a negative nancy
"i deal with idealism
only in theory"
i spoke so clearly
she couldn't quite hear me
the days they blend
until its all a blur
they turn to weeks
then a calendar
when we're tired
we stay on our own
we come running
running back home
the honeymoons over
now back to life
i daydream so much
i cant sleep at night
she's a bit better
with a cough thats so chronic
despite what you'd think
things are strictly platonic
the days they blend
all into one
they keep counting down
until there are none
dont get me wrong
it dont get me down
we're in this together
i like you around