Alternative Girlfriend - Barenaked Ladies

You’re in an all-girl band

Your futon’s second hand

Your parents understand but you don’t care

I have a job in a shop

I’m an undercover cop

I make sure the customers aren’t thieves

Old at being young

Young at being old

Everything’s on hold within our evolution

You’re my alternative girlfriend

I love you, now you cannot pretend

There’s nothing left that won’t cross over

Last night we slept on the lawn

You woke up and I was gone

Back to the dream I dream to leave

My life with her is a bore

A worn-out metaphor

No more surprises up it’s sleeve

We’re old at being young

Young at being old

Everything’s been sold to other’s revolutions

You live above your dad’s four-car garage

With your vinyl and imaginary entourage

If I pull up in a U-Haul, pack up quick

So we can get out of this town cause it makes me sick