You're in an all-girl band, your futon's second hand Your parents understand but you don't care I have a job in a shop, I'm an undercover cop I make sure the customers aren't thieves Old at being young, young at being old Everything's on hold within our evolution You're my alternative girlfriend I love you, now you cannot pretend There's nothing left that won't cross over Last night we slept on the lawn, you woke up and I was gone Back to the dream I dream to leave My life with her is a bore, a worn-out metaphor No more surprises up its sleeve Old at being young, young at being old Everything's been sold to other's revolutions You're my alternative girlfriend I love you, now you cannot pretend There's nothing left that won't cross over You live above your dad's four-car garage With your vinyl and imaginary entourage If I pull up in a U-Haul, pack up quick So we can get out of this town 'cause it makes me sick You're my alternative girlfriend I love you, now you cannot pretend There's nothing left that won't cross over You're my alternative girlfriend