Guess what, I'm done
Writing you songs
You'll give up your job at the bank, proving money's not fun
When you're gone
So this is the first verse
It's not very long, but I'm ready to move on
Guess what, I'm done
Writing your book
The ending got twisted around, but for all the hell that it took
The electrical wires
They'll hum in the walls
In the room that I rent now without you
I've got friends who
(La La Lie)
Will help me pull through
(La La Lie)
The spaceman that can't get high
I'm coming back to my girl by July
Yeah yeah yeah
That's right
So guess what, I'm done
Drawing your pictures
I'm dulling the day with a drink in a parking garage by the theatre
We met for a movie
Every scene was a sign, we made out through their meaning
Writing you songs
You'll give up your job at the bank, proving money's not fun
When you're gone
So this is the first verse
It's not very long, but I'm ready to move on
Guess what, I'm done
Writing your book
The ending got twisted around, but for all the hell that it took
The electrical wires
They'll hum in the walls
In the room that I rent now without you
I've got friends who
(La La Lie)
Will help me pull through
(La La Lie)
The spaceman that can't get high
I'm coming back to my girl by July
Yeah yeah yeah
That's right
So guess what, I'm done
Drawing your pictures
I'm dulling the day with a drink in a parking garage by the theatre
We met for a movie
Every scene was a sign, we made out through their meaning
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