Miss Delaney
Finally, I'm letting go of all my downer thoughts
In no time there'll be one less sad robot
Looking for a chance to be something more than just metal
Now I'm going part time with a film projectionist
And she's the vinyl queen from the surfer dream
She likes The Beach Boys more than radio metal
And she's so good
But she's no good for me
Oh, Miss Delaney
What's the matter?
You waited by the window (you waited by the window)
I waited by the door
Oh, Miss Delaney
Where's your boyfriend?
He isn't up in heaven
So why treat him like he's dead?
Like he's
It's not that everyday, everyday is coming up with the green grass
But the time's pass when I think of you whenever I'm at dinner
Finally, I've found someone to duel this lonely sea
I don't spend my nights searching for earthquakes
Oh, it's biblical how fucked my sleep can be
But she won't sleep with me
Oh, Miss Delaney
What's the matter?
You waited by the window, waited by the window
I waited by the door
Oh, Miss Delaney
Where's your boyfriend?
No, he isn't up in heaven
So why treat him like he's dead?
Like he's dead, like he's dead
From here you can't find everything
Erin, I would never lie to you
Oh, Miss Delaney, Miss Delaney
Whatcha sad for?
Well, you waited by the window
And I was kicking down your door
Oh, Miss Delaney
Where's your boyfriend?
Where's your boyfriend?
He isn't up in heaven
So why treat him like he's dead?
Oh, Miss Delaney
In no time there'll be one less sad robot
Looking for a chance to be something more than just metal
Now I'm going part time with a film projectionist
And she's the vinyl queen from the surfer dream
She likes The Beach Boys more than radio metal
And she's so good
But she's no good for me
Oh, Miss Delaney
What's the matter?
You waited by the window (you waited by the window)
I waited by the door
Oh, Miss Delaney
Where's your boyfriend?
He isn't up in heaven
So why treat him like he's dead?
Like he's
It's not that everyday, everyday is coming up with the green grass
But the time's pass when I think of you whenever I'm at dinner
Finally, I've found someone to duel this lonely sea
I don't spend my nights searching for earthquakes
Oh, it's biblical how fucked my sleep can be
But she won't sleep with me
Oh, Miss Delaney
What's the matter?
You waited by the window, waited by the window
I waited by the door
Oh, Miss Delaney
Where's your boyfriend?
No, he isn't up in heaven
So why treat him like he's dead?
Like he's dead, like he's dead
From here you can't find everything
Erin, I would never lie to you
Oh, Miss Delaney, Miss Delaney
Whatcha sad for?
Well, you waited by the window
And I was kicking down your door
Oh, Miss Delaney
Where's your boyfriend?
Where's your boyfriend?
He isn't up in heaven
So why treat him like he's dead?
Oh, Miss Delaney
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Writer(s): Andrew Mcmahon
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