[Lyric] First Draft Love Song (Teenage Waitress)

Those cherry lips
She tasted
Windsor Blue chic
Maladjusted wide-eyed punch bag
I could barely speak
Sour feelings
Wasted words she never cared to read
Half-finished, first draft love song
2003

I tried to write you a love song
Something you could keep
That you and I could sing along to
Well a boy can dream
But it's still right where I left it
Just a memory
Half-finished, first draft love song
2003

The audience is waiting still
You're someone else's star
You were queen for a day, yeah
What became of you, old timer?
Do I dare to dream?
Will I prefer you back on paper in 2003?

You're someone else
You're someone else's star