And i've got stuff to pick you up, what were you expecting? And in the rear view mirror i saw the resurrection And on the elevator down at the multiplex I just pushed every bu*ton, i was just bored i guess As i stopped and started i felt my very best You came in without your makeup wearing your new junk store dress Your face covered in curls and tears Your eyes lit up like fifteen beers You said your head was finally clear You told me that you're leaving here She puts it all into boxes on a big truck Its just bad luck, its a tough school And a quualude and a vacuum means a clean house and a clean break And her knee shakes but no earthquake and her ride home's on the freeway At the exit by the campus, it's gonna bring her back to connecticut We're gonna break you out of there, open up the window and let down your hair Lit up like a dance floor, driving down the turnpike, hope the ropes aren't too tight I am the emperor, that is what the crown is for, that is what the throne is for That is what the robes are for, that is what the gloves are for This feels like a holy war, all i'm really asking for Is open up the bathroom door Up all night, i'm getting drunk and weird We've got clear beer, i think you're gonna like it Here among the windmills, baby we can just chill We could all be friends again Don't try to fight it, i've got scars enough From the night i hit your moving truck Left my things with you, and i put rings on you Put myself in you and now i'm bleeding too