Andrew
 
Andrew, I feel weird about you now
Don’t laugh at my life
You’re no better than I
I wanna reach right in
Wanna get under your skin
And mess with you
 
I hope that you let your shoulders down
Forget that ex girl you sometimes see around
Want you to lift that pout
Want you to chill the hell out
And get unwound
 
You’re in a fog of ambition
You’re going to wear yourself thin
Told me you woke up crying
With crawling skin
You’re a man of rigour and discipline
And still you woke up crying
 
You look good but there’s something in your throat
You do your hair right
You got the pretty girl’s vote
I want you to roll out of bed
I wanna muss up your head
And rumple your coat
 
Andrew, when we locked eyes at the bar
I knew in my head it wasn’t going far
Still you make me sad like an undergrad
With a guitar
 
You’re in a fog of ambition
You’re going to wear yourself thin
Told me you woke up crying
With crawling skin
You’re a man of rigour and discipline
And still you woke up crying
 
You’re waving these flags and they look pretty drab
I’ve exhausted all my charm short of being bad
I’m standing in the doorway now
I’m going to catch a cab
I guess I’ll see you sometime