This time 'round how can I pretend
That I'm not a bad bad man
Old haunts with new zeros
A fading view of adulthood
Swinging key parties
Well I hear it's a west coast thing
Don't play down your hopeless intrigue
Well not everyone's lawn
Gets mowed twice a week
(What's that supposed to mean?)
I could be as faithful as a seahorse
And if you were a marine biologist
You'd know how tender that line was
Honey pick up on the bittersweet
The tragedy that's life's limbo stick
'Cause there's a tear jerker waiting in the wings
Well that's still no reason to be so devoid of feeling
Once you were a trophy for me
And as luck would have it I a trophy for you