Well I’ve been sitting on this couch
Feeling kinda bored and uninspired
Writing thinly veiled fiction for the soul
And feeling like a liar
I’ve been thinking about you, Laura
And thinking about the songs that you sing
And how you sang with such conviction
I almost forgot they weren’t for me
And I know you’re from another planet
And you’re crazy as a loon
But it’s too cold down here on Earth
To go up on the roof
But I’ll feel a little less alone
When I’m sitting in my room
Writing songs about you
Well I’ve been lying in this bed
Trying once again to find my muse
But if we’re only gonna die
Or worse get middle aged
Then what’s the use?
Feeling kinda bored and uninspired
Writing thinly veiled fiction for the soul
And feeling like a liar
I’ve been thinking about you, Laura
And thinking about the songs that you sing
And how you sang with such conviction
I almost forgot they weren’t for me
And I know you’re from another planet
And you’re crazy as a loon
But it’s too cold down here on Earth
To go up on the roof
But I’ll feel a little less alone
When I’m sitting in my room
Writing songs about you
Well I’ve been lying in this bed
Trying once again to find my muse
But if we’re only gonna die
Or worse get middle aged
Then what’s the use?
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