Sixteen year-old human slushy
Just now comfortable in her own skin
Comes out of the woodwork and verbalizes
Hopin' that the words will stick but
Boy, you'd better grow out of this phase
There's some things in life that you just can't have
But you're lonely and that's the trouble with things
Keep burning yourself on the same frying pans

And she's calling just enough to keep you guessing
And saying just enough to make you want her
And she's keeping you from getting anything done
With each fantasy you bring your own hurt
Oh, your own hurt
College girl’s indie rock princess
She wants to put you at the top of her Simplex
You've all taken her home after shows
So I already know that
Boy, you can't get into this phase
You can't keep her if you broke up your band
But she's lonely and that's the trouble with things
You never thought you were this kind of man

And she's calling just enough to keep you guessing
And saying just enough to make you want her
And she's keeping you from getting anything done
With each fantasy you bring your own hurt
Oh, your own hurt

Cause I've stretched my libido past the breaking point
I'm 24 and I can't keep my hands off of myself
Schizophrenic barstool hotties
I don't care if you notice that I'm alive
I know it's best to keep my distance
So you can keep your coke and your smile but
Boy, I'm glad I grew out of that phase
Now I can just look back and laugh
But if you're lonely and that's the trouble with things
There's an attitude I don't understand
If she's calling just enough to keep you guessing
And saying just enough to make you want her
She's keeping you from getting anything done
With each fantasy
And she's calling just enough to keep you guessing
And saying just enough to make you want her
And she's keeping you from getting anything done
With each fantasy you bring your own hurt