Twice a week I take a bus from Ronkonkoma Station
To where the scum of Suffolk County can be found.
I'd trade my plastic heart for the guts to get on train instead
And leave my fat but weightless broken-glass life to the rats.

Adam's house got sold last month and it makes me kind of sad
That I didn't get to say goodbye to the era left behind.
İrem's gone off to London, Vin and Juli aren't kids anymore;
This and other things I can't bear to wrap my swollen thoughts around.

And I don't where this train takes me, Montauk or New York,
As long as it's raining when I get there.
Things are changing far too quickly for my spoiled rotten taste
So please give me a second to catch my breath.

The foreboding in my stomach just doesn't know when to quit
And my weary eyes just do not want to see
The ever-changing swirling shapes of color from my rooted perch.
Why are the things I hate the only ones that stay the same?

Adam's house got sold last month and all my friends have jobs.
May I please ask when the hell did all of us grow up?
I hate it for our eyes in sixth-grade yearbooks tell such different tales
And Lex says the only thing she wonders is why she doesn't wonder at all.

I've found love to be like a gasoline rainbow;
It's pretty but it smells kind of odd.
I tend to love things that can't love me back like films, bands, or you.
But if you could just "Explain It All," I'll be willing to listen.