Lame

You're so unforgettable
I wish you were collectable
I'd hoard you
Like gold
While it's regrettable
I've said all that I ever will
I'm just tired
And tired's getting old

Drop me off at the next block
I want to walk to spite the rain
And to spite your pretty face
I'm gonna walk until I'm lame

I'm Pennsylvania sensible
Stupid intellectual
Who never sees a reason to come clean
You're so dependable
Iron fisted, granite will
And you love with the capacity
Of a machine

And your band plays down the block
I watch through a window pane
I just wait till the music starts
Then I walk the fuck away