You know I'm a giant adolescent
But you see this night is iridescent
You look through my mask of maturity but you don't care
– well mainly you don't care
In the garden, come close, we'll do the foxtrot
Beg your pardon, my face is full of buckshot
I cram my bad ideas inside in your head
But you don't care
– well mainly you don't care
You know that time is going to tell that we're all going to hell
And when we get there we will find it's just an awesome state of mind and we'll love it
Girl you know I'm at your every whim but I can't buy a grin
I couldn't buy a grin if I was naked, tarred and feathered or entirely dressed in embroidered leather
You know my grandiose delusions
Don't have a point or a conclusion
You take my endless ramblings in your ears but you don't care
–well mainly you don't care
In the garden, you screamed from the hydrangeas
You came on slow and kind of dangerous
I lay perspiring on the grass with flowers in my hair
And drank the summer air
You know that time is going to tell that we're all going to hell
And when we get there we will find it's just an awesome state of mind and we'll love it
Girl you know I'm at your every whim but I can't buy a grin
I couldn't buy a grin if I was naked, tarred and feathered or entirely dressed in embroidered leather
