You're in an all-girl band, your futon's second-hand
Your parents understand, but you don't care
I have a job in a shop, I'm an undercover cop
I make sure the customers aren't thieves
Old at being young, young at being old
Everything's on hold within our evolution
You're my alternative girlfriend
I love you, now you cannot pretend
There's nothing left that won't cross over
Last night, we slept on the lawn, you woke up and I was gone
Back to the dream, I dream to leave
My life with her is a bore, a worn-out metaphor
No more surprises up its sleeve
Old at being young, young at being old
And everything's been sold to others' revolutions
You're my alternative girlfriend
I love you, now you cannot pretend
There's nothing left that won't cross over
You live above your dad's four-car garage
With your vinyl and imaginary entourage
If I pull up in a U-Haul, pack up quick
So we can get out of this town, 'cause it makes me sick
You're my alternative girlfriend
I love you, now you cannot pretend
There's nothing left that won't cross over
You're my alternative girlfriend