Theodore

You moved back to your parents' house I hope you find whatever it is you think you've found Do the floorboards in the attic still make that god awful sound I hope you know you never ever let me down (You let me down) The city without you isn't quite the same I keep turning around on the subway 'cause I think I hear your name Do you remember your thirteenth birthday cake If you knew then what you know now would your wish still be the same Oh, Theodore Leave me wanting more Tasting sweet like aspartame Your parents' house won't be the same You show me all your friends from home I don't tell you but in every single photo you look so alone I type my name into your phone I watch you swim in a motel pool Sunny skin and a bathing suit I wish I'd realized I loved you Oh, Theodore Leave me wanting more Tasting sweet like aspartame Your parents' house won't be the same This peach is far too ripe Missed connections all my life Your parents' house is filled with lies We're running out of time Hold me now before we die Sticky air and smoky skies I wish I'd made you mine Oh, Theodore I still want so much more Tasting sweet like aspartame Would your wish still be the same Take me with you back to San Diego I forgot to write you a love note Your parents' house is not a home Your tongue is sweet with aspartame and sorrow Will you look at me the same way tomorrow