I lay dozing this morning after you got out of bed
I glimpse you fixing your hair and that
I guess, deep down, even you wanna break hearts
We go out at night, nostalgia's inverted
But as anyone who's ever been out of love would say
"You don't want to be on the wrong end of it"
I'm gonna kick through the leaves
I'm gonna wear a lime green shirt
You get a dream, you work the odds
And then the dream is the odds
You get a dream, you get a dream
How many weekends came around
In every possible shade?
Just to whiten like a car windscreen
Shatters like a lemonade