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