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