The Mixtape

we played house in your moms sewing room.
you were my blushing bride and i was the goom.
dog for a little baby boy, pillow for a womb.
i came home late from work again,
smelling like another womans purfume.

oh my love, where have you been?
the diners gettin cold.
then we fought then we made up, made love,
then we went back to bed just to wake up and do it again.

oh my love, where have you been?
the diners gettin cold.
then we fought then we made up, made love,
then we went back to bed just to wake up and do it again.
but good thing it's pretend,
isn't it?

little soccer moms, they're driving thirsty dinosaurs.
then the wonder why their son is off to fight someone else war.
are you waiting for the crows feet to start creeping in?
are you feeling like a paper weight on a letter than hasn't been written yet?

oh my love, where have you been?
the diners gettin' cold.
then we fought then we made up, made love,
then we went back to bed just to wake up and do it again...

i just wanna take all my calenders and throw them all away.
all i need to know is how many times my favorite mixtape plays.
we can cover our faces with sheets,
and block out the day.
where no one grows old in here.
no one grows old in here.