Movie Mondays

O Genevieve, would that I could see you growing older

With my right hand so cold 'round a colder can of Coca-Cola

I walk through the uni, lazy campus

Lazing apes under the sun

Thinking "How the fuck?"

"How the fuck could she love a drowned amphibian?"

When I left her mourning naked

Pleading with me "Won't you stay?"

But Movie Mondays are more important

More important on the day

It's the end of the feature

And all of my imaginaries come to life

It's an old friend

Yearning badly for the things that happened just last night

So I tell him

"We've got years to fill with the stupid shit we haven't done"

Tragic wagon, rickety wheeling over the cliff into the sun

Cheap freedom, there's something about you

I'm not sure what it is, but I'm beginning to doubt you

On the way to the station, running the day down

Going back to where I first reside

Yeah, going back to where I first reside

Yeah, going back to where I first reside

Hey, look and there goes a wheelchair

It's lost it's rider

It's rider's fallen down the stairs to the ocean

And all I hear are perfect chords to come undone

Then I see her - emergent harpy from one room to the next

And we're all hungover

Everything seems like a memory to me now

And we're all hungover

Everything seems like a memory to me

And O cheap freedom, there's something about you

I'm not sure what it is, but I'm beginning to doubt you

On the way to the station, we're running the day down

Going back to where I first reside

And O cheap freedom, there's something about you

I'm not sure what it is, but I'm beginning to doubt you

On the way to the station, while running the day down

Going back to where I first reside

Yeah, going back to where I first reside