Alligator. Alligators.

By Trophy Scars

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Released on June 13, 2006

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So I'm running down Fifth Avenue, headed south

I'm going to get you that ring I've been thinking about

I hope that you will like it, I know that you'll like it

I know you've got your necklace and bracelets, so it's different

I'm different, I know that you're different

And it doesn't make a difference; our differences differ

'Cause it makes us the same and I needed the change

To call you that day I tried to get you that ring

I said "Baby, it's Jerry, my cellphone is dead

I need you, I'm freezing, my cheeks are rose red."

So you came to my rescue and kissed my cold lips;

You said "Baby, I'm here. Please don't miss me like this!"

But I did, and I do, and I will, and I won't

Settle for my bed that's increasingly cold

I dream every night that you're biting my wrists;

New Orleans and vampires, I miss you like this

And I did

I met you at a party, you grabbed me and smiled

You knew me from class, I fell for you like a child

It was just an accident, I don't know what happened

Next thing, I knew we were kissing and laughing

And I took you to dinner, we danced in my kitchen

We tried to be quiet when Lauren knew we were kissing

We partied real hard and we stayed up until dawn

Having the best you know what all day long

Remember when Kevin walked in on us drunk?

Then he messed up his car, man, that party was fun

I loved watching you play your piano and violin

And you loved it when I tried to sing you to bed

You said "Baby, oh baby, please sing me to sleep!"

Man, I tried and I tried not to slip out of key

But I did, like I do so I'd stop to kiss you

But you'd already be sleeping, and I laughed cause it's cute

I miss you

Elliott Smith was right when he said "Nobody broke 'my' heart"

Yeah, I broke my own 'cause I can't finish what I start

Don't leave me, don't leave me; the Bronx is my coffin

And you are my chocolate; put kisses in my pocket

Alligator, alligators all covered in orange;

Biting my fingernails while you dream of New Orleans

Well, for kissing in taxi cabs, romance and restaurants;

For eating home-made dinners that took me too long;

For your dark hair, dark eyes, and all your surprises;

For the way that I run, and Clark Kent, I decided that

I want you to be happy with whatever you do

And wherever you are, I'll be thinking of you

I'm sorry, I'm an asshole, I said things I don't mean

Thank you for everything; I'll miss you, Lizzy G

And I do