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There's a white limousine with Massachusetts platesAnd on the loose its occupants, those 90s prom datesCareenI tongue at my molar, you're my only consolerYou're my midnight buyer in the back of the MeijerYeahMy world's a comprehensive private dioramaUnpunctuated by any commaYou gotI was a queer balladeer, so proud of our new minivanYou know your dad gave all he had, he does his best for you just when he canGreenfield Village and a field trip versionOf young faces on every personI knewNow all the modern dilettantes, they typed out their privileged ismsIn their moronic fonts and hyped-out syllogismsWith some get-well cards from my date-stamp auntYeah, I'd frame all that minor fame, but I just can'tWhen my best friend Doug's brother had some flashy two-seaterSongtexteAll the sleepover soda when we explode a splashy two-literThe stoplights are cherry red, or very greenish blueLike the mushy color of the 7-Eleven slushy hueAnd the liquid wicked warpingOf an ambling ambulance's distancing pitchI hooked my thumb through your belt loop from which I hitched to every twitchYou madeWhat we found stashed in the trashed-out woods behind the Taco BellIs why I identify early sex with the oily smellOf WD-40 and a blindness to the waysOf the kindness behind us and the lukewarm heat lamp buffetsNow we report all our pathos to the food court policeWhere the pity and the loss grow so shitty and obeseAnd sadBut in Baker's frozen woodlotWith the smiling sniffling good snotYou tried to wipe away but you could notWhen the sun's explosionAnd slow plummetCan look so frozenAs we glow from itAll our disastrous love, it goes by many titlesIt froze inside the snows where I'd dropped it with its broken vitalsBut I remember your sorrow outside of EspressoWith all you wanted to borrow, and all I said was I guess soAnd I wish I hadJust granted you that Aus Songtexte Mania