Tim de Vil - Who's Afraid of Sarah Little? lyrics

When the honeymoon is rich and full And the planet stops revolving When all your cares cease to be What's left is f**ing boring Maybe it's those black thick-rimmed gla**es Or the blue hue from the hotel TV But, you looked good tonight Like deep, deep pockets, or sunshine You know I'm not one for platitudes And idioms exhaust me But I'm sick and tired So, if a couple slip by me And you're keeping score Well, then you can to remind me That matching rhymes are lazy But my meter is drifting and you'd rather just be at the beach Yeah, that matching lines are lazy But my meter is drifting and you'd rather just be at the beach You've got those big, big, brown eyes That need clear eyes for clearing up And I'm all out of Visine But if you want the blunts then I've got the stuff You know how they say you can smoke yourself sober? Well, I've been practicing for years I think we're getting closer Like every burnout kid Just k**ing time in Ipswich Picking up bad habits Like acid, s**, or arson When they should have just gone to college But the faculty forgot them You can hear them in the bathroom I swear to god, that place is haunted I swear to god, you always do this When'd you become so selfish? You say you just don't trust him That's there's just something about him But, if you don't know him, then you don't know And you don't know you're sorry How could you possibly form an opinion of someone you only met once at a party? But, if you can take up shields and spears And longswords and bows Then I can brandish weapons, too Your anxieties and woes We'll get your big, big, big break At this rate, something has to And if you haven't figured it out, by now I don't think that I want to tell you But, I'll still be waiting I'll still be waiting for you to come save me Like I'm waiting for your kiss Like I'm waiting to exist But I'm somewhere like Wichita And you're someplace somewhere in Hell Like you'll always be I think I'm supposed to be waiting for someone else