Birthday Song

But I fear I'm just as lost
If you get my sense of humor, why'd you call?
Looting fries off my friend's soon-to-be ex
Well you seem right for a club that could use a good laugh

We could stay awhile, kneel to neon love
Working out who's better (at) going first
Your resin eye slid down a giant lens, wondering
"Tell me the one about your silver screen"

But I'd like to know how much you hate your favorite show
And what you've become in the past few years
Hang on, while I wait in line at the dive, buying time
Loitering with the face of a Double Presley, mid-draw

Do you ever wonder what they'd say of us?
And what were we to tell our worried moms?
Brillobox belongs to you & I
Where acid-trip art films are flashing by
As my leg fell asleep, in a buzzing room
Of friends, all incomplete, guaranteed fools
All Lemon Drop'd; forgot your birthday song
As they sing to you, I wish for paint on our walls

Three years in, should I be pacing less?
For all the nights spilled out into shallow ends
Wringing out our friends for their side of it
Won't someone tell me the one about the two of us again?

But I'd like to know if you feel the same
Or if I was a part of the wish I thought you made
While I wait now in line, at the pace of the register
Waving my dwindling empire
At the dude who thought we're mad
Wishing us, "Good night"
Again