And I wanna live forever
By dying young in a heart attack
And I'll be the best ghost ever
I'll haunt the back of a laundromat
And I wanna search forever
For the perfect leather jacket store
I don't want a motorcycle
But I think you might not ask for more
And I wanna pause forever
And let people wonder if I'm okay
Or if they're just moving faster
In the Truman Show their live is made {?}
And I wanna know you better
Than a boardwalk psychic's tarot cards
And I'm not a real believer
But I fake whatever won't make things that hard
And I wanna grow together
With a tree like we're a pair of Siamese twins
And when lightning comes together
I'll fly kites like I'm Mr. Franklin
And I wanna sleep for decades
Like I'm Rip Van Winkle's oldest son
But the morning you'll check up on me {?}
And let me know the day has come