Like he's dead, like he's dead
Finally I've found someone to duel this lonely sea
Arin, I would never lie to you
Something more than just metal
Oh, Miss Delaney, where's your boyfriend?
I don't spend my nights searching for earthquakes
No, he isn't up in Heaven so why treat him like he's dead?
And she's the vinyl queen from my surfer dream
You waited by the window, waited by the window, I waited by the door
Oh, Miss Delaney, Miss Delaney, what you sad for?
Oh, Miss Delaney, where's your boyfriend? Where's your boyfriend?
Well, you waited by the window and I was kicking down your door
Songwriter: Andrew Mcmahon
Looking for a chance to be
Though it's biblical, how fucked my sleep can be?
From here you can't find everything
When I think of you whenever I'm at dinner
Oh, Miss Delaney, what's the matter?
Well, Miss Delaney
But she won't sleep with me
It's not that everyday
Everyday is coming up with the green grass
She likes the Beach Boys more than radio metal
Oh, Miss Delaney, what's the matter?
But the times pass
Oh, Miss Delaney, where's your boyfriend?
He isn't up in Heaven, so why treat him like he's dead? Like he's
Now I'm going part time with a film projectionist
In no time, there'll be one less sad robot
He isn't up in Heaven so why treat him like he's dead?
You waited by the window, I waited by the door
And she's so good, but, she's no good for me
Finally, I'm letting go of all my downer thoughts
Publisher: LEFT HERE PUBLISHING