Grass Getting Greener

She watches romance movies And turns it off before the end She's got laundry on the floor Her lamplight, it's golden The sticker on her carton board, memento Never really sticks, never really sticks ... He plays chess with the highway It's trash but it's scenic His records hold him like the ocean, Like the ocean holds water He hides disdain with platitude Like Mary, moreover Everybody wants the truth But nobody looks at you I hear her breathing when the winds blowing through I smell her ethos like rain in the morning residue I fight this feeling of fever The grass getting greener Yeah ... She picks out all the hit songs Good hook and a chorus He only likes B-side's The ones with no chorus I lay down beside the water to be with you Quite humbly perfect repetition Repetition, repetition Everybody wants the truth But no one really looks at you I hear her breathing when the winds blowing through I smell her ethos like rain in the morning residue I fight this feeling of fever The Grass getting Greener The Grass getting Greener Greener The Grass getting Greener Greener The Grass getting Greener Yeah