Andrew

Andrew, I feel weird about you now Don't laugh at my life You're no better than I I wanna reach right in Wanna get under your skin And mess with you I hope that you let your shoulders down Forget that ex girl you sometimes see around Want you to lift that pout Want you to chill the hell out And get unwound You're in a fog of ambition You're going to wear yourself thin Told me you woke up crying With crawling skin You're a man of rigor and discipline And still you woke up crying You look good but there's something in your throat You do your hair right You got the pretty girl's vote I want you to roll out of bed I wanna muss up your head And rumple your coat Andrew, when we locked eyes at the bar I knew in my head it wasn't going far Still you make me sad like an undergrad With a guitar You're in a fog of ambition You're going to wear yourself thin Told me you woke up crying With crawling skin You're a man of rigor and discipline And still you woke up crying You're waving these flags and they look pretty drab I've exhausted all my charm short of being bad I'm standing in the doorway now I'm going to catch a cab I guess I'll see you sometime