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 and 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

We´re old at being young, young at being old
Everything´s been sold to others´ revolutions

You´re my alternative girlfriend
I love you and 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 and now you cannot pretend
There´s nothing left that won´t cross over