[Verse 1]
Show of hands
Would anybody here like to watch movies and eat delivered food?
Wear comfy clothes and tell personal truths?
Show of hands to an empty room
I s** my thumb and sing, "What did I do?"
Show of hands
Would anybody here like me as something more than merely friendly
If you'd just met me these past four weeks?
You don't have to sugar coat it nicely
Because that's a form of lying to me
[Chorus 1]
A thousand miles of thought just for her
I'm crying in a cup about why I left home
A thousand miles a minute just for her
She's crying in a plate about her ex-brother
A thousand miles in a circling car
This conversation's looped four bars
A thousand miles of speech
He listened selflessly to me, his enemy
[Verse 2]
Show of hands
Would anybody respect me
If they only knew how I abandoned Audrey?
If they only knew how I hurt her
I was going to rhyme, but I can't sing her name
Our past is the problem, and I'm the one to blame
Or maybe she's over it, and I'm a loser
Maybe I could learn to socialize
Without having to draw anonymous eyes
Acting like I'm funny all the time
[Chorus 2]
Maybe dilated eyes can finally help me
Be the boy I was born to be
Plunged into a world of maturity
Where I've grown and these clothes no longer fit me
With memories as mammaries poking
You thought that I was joking
The content never shimmered right
I could write and record, but I'd be up all night