I remember that I saw you on a glossy photograph
Lying on your back on blanket
In the middle of a field of grass
Shielding your eyes from the sun in the sky
Your eyes were so blue that it nearly blew my mind
You have me at a disadvantage
I don’t even know your name
Or where you’re from
What are you selling again?

I see you passing by me most days on the side of a bus
I’m barely even me so I can’t even see there ever being an us
You’re selling me things just out of my reach
Like two cars on the drive
And a week at the beach
You have me at a disadvantage
I don’t even know your name
Or where you’re from
What are you selling again?