I got a twenty-dollar bill that says no one's ever seen you without makeup
You're always made up
And I'm sick of your tattoos,
and the way you always criticize the Smiths and Morrissey
And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I really mean I wish that you'd grow up
This is the first song for your mixtape
It's short just like your temper,
but somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got to cool
I got a twenty-dollar bill that says no one's ever seen you without makeup
You're always made up
And I'm sick of your tattoos, and the way you don't appreciate Brand New or me
And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I hope you know I mean I wish that you'd grow up
This is the first song for your mixtape
It's short just like your temper,
but somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got to cool
(yeah, but I wish you were my shadow) [repeat]