stalker's my whole style
and if i get caught i'll
deny deny deny

today you're twenty five
i made you something fine
it's in the palm of my new hand
it's out
you're mostly what i think about and
i'm proud
i've been coasting on this singles route

but i still hear your name
in wedding bells
will i look better or will i look the same
rotting in hell
you're the only proper noun i need
hurry
my copper crown's gone green
pull me, pull me on out of this tree
i'm stuck up a branch waiting
clearly caught between
two things unclear to me

are you a female young messiah
for stowaways in dugouts
and are you what church folk mean
by the good news
pulling plastic bags off heads
or are you giving me a dirty look
in the rear view
clicking the button on your u-haul pen
don't pretend you didn't see me
coming round the bend
on my fixie with the chopped horns turned in
trailing behind your biodiesel benz

stalker's my whole style
and if i get caught i'll
deny deny deny

twenty five carved with a butter knife
on the palm of my new hand
it's out
you're mostly what i think about