Glued To The Girl

Planets aligned, here comes the signA guilded word, the holy kindThere's rows and rows of SaturdaysTo comeThey cried a laugh, you cried aloneThey fleshed it out, your gone and grownEquipped with all you'd ever wantTo feelNigh bricks nor mortarCan hold you in placePlace your hands upon a hammerAnd nail away, see if she staysYou're glued to the girlGlued to the girlSix or seven minutesRepeat then you're finishedYou're Glued to the girlGlued to the girl girl girl girlEmbrace the day with your good deedsShe tunes you out, you speak your peaceWith vacant stares and coffee stainsOn your shoesPlacid and pain, soaking the stainWe try so hard to cast awayPilgrimidge is setTo sailAll thrown together but to no availNo tax, tongue, or tape or fine-tuned detailSee if you sailYou're glued to the girlGlued to the girlCried when you leftAll of us aloneGlued to the girlGlued to the girl girl girl girlIf you want to, I can show youAll the things I learned and misusedIt's true that I don't love you no moreI'm sure to lack and not be friendsPlanets align with baited breathThe guilded kind within my chestThere's rows and rows of mundaneJunk to sort through