Finally I'm letting go of all my downer thoughts nIn no time there'll be one less sad robot nLooking for a chance to be something more than just metal nNow I'm going part time with a film projectionist nAnd she's the vinyl queen from the surfer dream nShe likes the Beach Boys more than radio metal nAnd she's so good, but she's no good for me nnOh, Miss Delaney nWhat's the matter?nYou waited by the window, nI waited by the door. nOh, Miss Delaney, nWhere's your boyfriend?nHe isn't up in heaven, nSo why treat him like he's dead? nnIt's not that every day,nEvery day is coming up with the green grass nBut the times pass when InThink of you whenever I'm at dinner nnFinally I've found someone to duel this lonely scene nI don't spend my nights searching for earthquakes nThough it's biblical how fucked my sleep can be nBut she won't sleep with me nnOh, Miss Delaney, nWhat's the matter?nYou waited by the window, nI waited by the door. nOh, Miss Delaney, nWhere's your boyfriend? nHe isn't up in heaven, nSo why treat him like he's dead? nLike he's dead nnFrom here you can't find everything nMelly, I would never lie to you... nnWell, Miss Delaney nWhatcha sad for? nYou waited by the window, nAnd I was kicking down your door. nOh, Miss Delaney, nWhere's your boyfriend? nWhere's your boyfriend?nHe isn't up in heaven, so why treat him like he's dead? nnOh, Miss Delaney n