Lyrics:
Looking around at twenty-twoAnd so tired of myself around youMaybe I don’t fit your ideals anymoreOr maybe I just grew up into a boreI knew that I shouldn’t call youBut in this light we are all blueI just want to feel like I'mNeatly designedLike a telephone poleI want to feel wholeDo you want to go on a date?Or would that be hard to orchestrate?When you close your dreamy eyesAre they even close to dreaming of mine?You could take me and my apathyTurn us into clarity