Roulette

The college years were lean, well

Coming out but maybe not so clean, my love

And if I stay much longer

My feelings for you, they might get much stronger now

A Motorola coma

Sleep your way into a deep diploma, girl

At the dormitory

You come to pour me one of your best stories, girl

And I feel your face getting wet

Like the color red of roulette

And I place my losing bet

On your side

And I see your eyes of regret

But you gave as good as you get

Like the Massachusetts threat

Running wild

A pair of dirty jeans, well

You would wash inside my brass machine, that's good

Laying on your mattress

A thing of beauty, we would need more practice now

Hall and Oates were singing

The funny notes that you were always bringing, girl

An elevator's closing

Hard to hide when love is so exposing

And I feel your face getting wet

Like the color red of roulette

And I place my losing bet

On your side

And I see your eyes of regret

But you gave as good as you get

Like the Massachusetts threat

Running wild

When I drove her

To Villanova

Light me up when you decide

The stark aroma

Of your Tacoma

A tiny box where we reside

Battle tested

A life invested

Duly noted and denied

Fully loaded

Space encoded

A quiet night out in the sky

Your stack of lies was daunting

A tribute to your mind, but way more haunting now

A talking psycho killer

Betrayed the heads of even Henry Miller now

Conspiracy's a theory

I wonder, Tim, if this could be your Leary, love

She acts like Marlon Brando

Born online inside the San Fernando