dylan & prine Lyrics

Sara reads in the bath

Chuck Palahniuk and Sylvia Plath

I sing at night

Dylan and Prine

I need her to need me but she doesn't need anything

So she's no lover of mine

She's no lover of mine

Come alive in the dark

She's hopeful but has a broken heart

And she's always alone

Tries convincin' me that she's terrible

Once a year she drives home to pantomime with her first love

And he doesn't show up

The one that doesn't show up

And she always does

I've seen this before

Nervous walk up to your door

Fall asleep on the telephone

Homesick for your stupid jokes

Hold your hands when you lose your folks

Seatbelt hands on a midtown bus

'Til we're drunk in a tour van

To Big Star and Bert Jansch

And you'll tell me that I am the one

And we'll grow up and I'll prove you wrong

And the fall is tragic but we looked so perfect burnin' up