The story of a boy and a crush,
In the real world, real things never really mean much.
A vegan, closet hipster
Is still standing where he knew he should have kissed her.
She wears a couple buttons on her coat.
He wishes he could tell her.
In the form of sweet epic melody,
In the times when she is unsure.
She wears her hair in her face, over one eye.
A sight for the sore one.
She only sees half of a world,
But that's enough to fill her closed mind.
Why can't she deceive what's on the marquee?
I hope that they can be more than friends.
It's a tragedy on a record sleeve and I never wanna see it again.
Oh, she's in love with Death Cab & Bright Eyes;
She'll stop the world for Modest Mouse.
Oh, she can keep it old school before they all quote, unquote "sold out"
Nothing's ever good enough... He will always make her sick.
He can never measure up to her picture perfect clique.
The sounds come out the speaker.
It's a classic case of following the leader.
I can't believe you'd lie to me.
Despite all your effort, still part of society.
She lives her life by a fragmented sentence.
Her shoulder's always freezing.
And she fools herself to believe she's real,
But her vacant heart ain't beating.
So with the help of some hard-to-pronounce words,
She'll wonder if he's different.
And it's a shame & all a sham.
But that's a choice he'll have to live with.
Don't you know that everyone grows old,
But no one should have to do it alone.
When her friends all die will she wonder why
There is no one else that she wants to know?
Oh, she's in love with Death Cab & Bright Eyes;
She'll stop the world for Modest Mouse.
Oh, she can keep it old school before they all quote, unquote "died out"
Nothing's ever good enough... He will always make her sick.
He can never measure up to her picture perfect...