Car wash invasion, dollface compact drive
Shining pink guitars, boxed-in flame beehives
Through the wife
Reputation dogs him, he's not of this earth
He's got melting cherry eyes and bustling belt marks
Through the wife
Sanctified disorder, the indigo parade
Punk rock blondes in shadows travelling to crack
Through the wife
She can't control his avalanche, she can't control the gla**
He can't control his steering wheel, he can't control his walls
Through the wife
She's got a best friend that she calls her wife
They say it's a pet name but I know better
Cause I've seen how they pa** the time when the sun comes up and the pool gets deeper
I've seen what they get up to from the top of this saccharine lamp post
I've seen her face get all flushed up for a ten dollar pair of shoes
What did we have? We sure had something, wish I didn't f** it all up
I'll be honest, I often miss you when I really think about it
All I ever wanted was to see you fight back
To witness your generals plan an attack
Which was stupid and shortsighted now I think about it
Cruel
Don't worry baby
Cruel
Everything will be alright
I guess I gotta live and learn