Has Your Boyfriend Lost His Flavor on the Bedpost Overnight?

Let's write it down before we both forget
Arresting photos but the stories are the language that we speak
We wrapped ourselves in borrowed attitude
You and me, we're the same
A brief collision then we clipped our wings
We traded tapes, you sent me "Blood on Brighton Beach" from '96
Then every consonant became a vowel
It's not so easy to blame

At least I'm finding out
At least I'm finding out
Tell me what you wanna do
Our friends think that we're reckless and we both think that we're done
We're singing tell me what you wanna do
Listen, this car's gonna crash
There's nothing we can do about it

Some kind of nervous 'til the tension breaks
And then instinctively you reaffirm the fears I thought I'd beat
We counted paces but we've yet to draw
Unmistakably styled
We're running out of days, I need to know
Has your boyfriend lost his flavor on the bedpost overnight?
Perfectly appalled and unimpressed
With barely more than a smile

At least I'm finding out
At least I'm finding out
Tell me what you wanna do
Our friends think that we're reckless and we both think that we're done
We're singing tell me what you wanna do
Listen, this car's gonna crash
There's nothing we can do about it

When every other routine fades away
It's just another day without us