Bad Beer

I never thought that I could be
 One of the people on TV
 I never thought that I could live like them
 And have my friends and sleep with them too
 So I abstained 'til I met you
 I never mentioned anything
 About the songs that I would sing
 Over the summer, when we'd go on tour
 And sleep on floors and drink the bad beer
 I think I left it unclear
 Everything new is a little bit bad
 And everything old turns you off
 I can't take all these locals, Annie
 When all they do is scoff at us
 Anyway, here is where I've gotta get gone
 Make sure that you lock all the doors
 I love looking at your pictures
 But I still wish I'd brought more
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 And then you saw this little kid
 Let out a whisper while he hid
 Big box of candy on the Broad Street train
 His dad complained of all of these teens
 Stuck-up and glued to their screens
 You never told me how it felt
 When you were crying by yourself
 All of the people on the crosstown bus loop
 Staring at you, patting your knees
 Saying "I'm sorry, sweetie"
 Everything new is a little bit bad
 And everything old turns you off
 If we could sell these freakin' t-shirts, baby
 I might come home with a bit more money
 Anyway, here is where I've gotta get gone
 Make sure that you lock all the doors
 I love looking at your pictures
 But I still wish I'd brought more