This morning everybody knows that
And you're kinda fake bourgeois
But we still get each other, and that's super rare for me
It could hurt us a lot
It's true that so-so-so-so many
Have plastic hearts
But the others, all short stories
Everybody's at the beach and we're not
We got too many things going on
You got me feeling weird
In the blue like your Levi's
All the others are short stories
Check that Hollywood moon
A closed shutter, who'll kill us?
Some addiction we're missing
It could hurt us a lot
It's true that so-so-so-so many
Have plastic hearts
But the others, all short stories
Everybody's at the beach and we're not
We got too many things going on
You got me feeling weird
In the blue like your Levi's
All the others are short stories
Maybe this sea got me restless and
I've been missing you and you've missed me too
They'll end, all the others are short stories
You got me feeling weird
In the blue like your Levi's
All the others are short stories