…well, better than the alternative Lyrics

Pink lemonade on autumn bomber coats

Peter Pan collars but my daughter's growing up

She's gonna be a lot like me

But I don't wanna be at all like me

Yellow buzzcuts, pulling out stingers

You're telling me I'm holding up eleven fingers and

Stranger things than death can happen

To lab rat girls and pretty white rabbits but

Everybody knows that nobody knows that

Everybody's in on everybody's business

This isn't my first Christmas

I know mistletoe when I see it

Baby, could you play along with me

Baby, would that be alright with you

And when we find out what's wrong with me

Could you tell me how I'm right for you

Baby, could you play along with me

Baby, would that be alright with you

And when we find out what's wrong with me

Could you tell me how could you tell me how

And if I'm still pretty

Cigarette burns, laugh lines, wide dimples

If they could see the future back when times were simple

Would they kiss your cheek or yank the bandage off

Let you speak or take advantage of how

If everyone's sick, well then nobody can catch it, and if

Everybody's different how could anybody match

And we're looking through the pockets of the hand-me-downs we've laid out

Wondering if we'll fit into the yesterdays we've played out

Everybody knows that nobody knows that

Everybody's all up in my god damn business

This isn't my first kiss, its better to be lost than

Loved, now, isn't it?

Baby, could you play along with me

Baby, would that be alright with you

And when we find out what's wrong with me

Could you tell me how I'm right for you

Baby, could you play along with me

Baby, would that be alright with you

And when we find out what's wrong with me

Could you tell me how could you tell me how

And if I'm still pretty

Walking bikes home with a scraped-knee sunset

Smudged across your brow

Warmer tears than you've grown used to since then

A toast to the nosebleed seats

And the big dream sequence where you're found

Guilty of your innocence and gently sent right back to bed

Everybody knows that nobody knows that

Everybody's all up in my motherfucking business

This isn't my first anything. This isn't my first anything

Everybody knows that nobody knows that

Everybody's in on everybody's business

This isn't my first lyric, I know exactly how I should finish it

Baby, could you play along with me

Baby, would that be alright with you

And when we find out what's wrong with me

Could you tell me how I'm right for you

Baby, could you play along with me

Baby, would that be alright with you

After all of that's been done to me

Could you tell me how could you tell me how

Could you tell me

What's so wrong about what's wrong with me

I'm just trying to do what's right by you

What's so wrong about what's wrong with me

I'm just trying to do what's right by you

Baby, could you play along with me

Baby, would that be alright with you

After all of that's been done with me

Could you tell me how could you tell me how

Could you tell me how