I kicked around an idea for a minute
But then I lost it and it might have been on purpose
The prospect of being reprehensible for anything
The thought of being a grown-up
Makes me seven kinds of nervous
And I know that I've thought of jumping ship
But with her in my hair I might just give those fears the slip
I stumbled 'round in a gallery full of people
And I couldn't match any of the faces to their names
And soon enough they all began to blur together
My mind as blank as all their images became
And I know that I've caved a million times
But with her in my skin I could remember all my lines
I fell into a secret compartment in a bathroom
Just filled up with mystery and intrigue and the like
If life is eggshell white then I am just a bounty
Of grass and dirt and wine just waiting for the chance to strike
And I know that I've overfilled my cup
But with her in my dreams I'm almost sick of giving up
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