Pink lemonade on autumn bomber coats. Peter Pan collars but my daughter’s growing up
She’s gonna be a lot like me, but I don’t wanna be at all like me
Yellow buzz-cuts, pulling out stingers, you’re telling me I’m holding up eleven fingers and stranger things than death can happen to lab rat girls and pretty white rabbits
But everybody knows that. Nobody knows that everybody’s in on everybody’s business
This isn’t my first Christmas, I know mistletoe when I see it

Baby, could you play along with me? Baby, would that be alright with you?
And when we find out what’s wrong with me could you tell me how I’m right for you?
Baby, could you play along with me? Baby, would that be alright with you?
And when we find out what’s wrong with me could you tell me how could you tell me how and if I’m still pretty?

Cigarette burns, laugh lines, wide dimples. If they could see the future back when time were simple would they kiss your cheek or yank the bandage off? Let you speak or take advantage of how
If everyone’s sick, well then nobody can catch it, and if everybody’s different how could anybody match?
And we’re looking through the pockets of the hand-me-downs we’ve laid out. Wondering if we’ll fit into the yesterdays we’ve played out
Everybody knows that. Nobody knows that everybody’s all up in my god damn business
This isn’t my first kiss, its better to be lost than loved, now, isn’t it?

Baby, could you play along with me? Baby, would that be alright with you?
And when we find out what’s wrong with me could you tell me how I’m right for you?
Baby, could you play along with me? Baby, would that be alright with you?
And when we find out what’s wrong with me could you tell me how could you tell me how
And if I’m still pretty?

Walking bikes home with a scraped-knee sunset smudged across your brow
Warmer tears than you’ve grown used to since then
A toast to the nosebleed seats and the big dream sequence where you’re found
Guilty of your innocence and gently sent right back to bed
Everybody knows that. Nobody knows that everybody’s all up in my motherfucking business
This isn’t my first anything. This isn’t my first anything
Everybody knows that. Nobody knows that everybody’s in on everybody’s business
This isn’t my first lyric, I know exactly how I should finish it