Traspasada Lyrics

You've lived too long to be the victim of a crush

You're crying on the bus

You had a dream about us swaying in the shower

When you come over can you bring me Traspasada?

Obsessed with what is real

They spelled out the new year in the lights on the buildings

Still I don't believe in angels

I heard him playing violin

But he really wants to be an actor in a Rohmer film

He's got the looks for it

He's pretty hot

I hear he listens when you tell him to stop

The last time I saw him he was cursing at a raincloud

I try to not think about it a lot

I'm walking on a tightrope these nights

I guess that's what my life's about

It's easier to make you hate me than ask you to figure yourself out