I got a twenty dollar bill,
That says no one's ever seen you without make-up.
You're always made up.
And I'm sick of your tattoos,
And the way you always criticize the Smiths,
And Morrissey.

And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I really mean I wish that you'd grow up.
This is the first song for your mix tape.
And it's short just like your temper,
Somewhat golden like the afternoons,
We used to spend before you got too cool.

I've got a twenty dollar bill,
Says no one's ever seen you without make-up.
You're always made up.
And I'm sick of your tattoos,
And the way you don't appreciate Brand New,
Or me.

And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I hope you know I mean I wish that you'd grow up.
This is the first song for your mix tape,
And it's short just like your temper,
Somewhat golden like the afternoons,
We used to spend before you got too cool.

Yeah, but I wish you were my shadow.
Yeah, but I wish you were my shadow.
Yeah, but I wish you were my shadow.
Yeah, but I wish you were my shadow.