Mix Tape

I got a twenty-dollar bill
That says no one’s ever seen you without makeup.
You’re always made up.
And I’m sick of your tattoos
and the way you always criticize the Smiths.
and Morrissey.
And I know that you’re a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let’s keep in touch,
I really mean I wish that you’d grow up.
This is the first song for your mix tape.
It’s short just like your temper,
But somewhat golden like the afternoons
We used to spend before you got too cool.
I got a twenty-dollar bill
that says no one’s ever seen you without makeup.
You’re always made up.
And I’m sick of your tattoos
And the way you don’t appreciate Brand New
And me.
And I know that you’re a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let’s keep in touch,
I hope you know I mean I wish that you’d grow up This is the first song for your mix tape
And it’s short just like your temper
But somewhat golden like the afternoons
We used to spend before you got too cool.
Yeah, but I wish you were my shadow (repeat 4x)