"Romance" lyrics

One, two, three

This shadow figure, heard about for years
So we waited outside the grocery store for him to appear
In the winter, with holes in our dreams
Oh, what could it mean to be a fan of anyone
And to live through that dream?

I watched, you got bigger, some kinda solar flare
Now I pay you good money to ignore that I'm there
In your city, with scabs on my knees
Oh, what could it mean, subservient for so long
And still on routine?

And I know you don't hate yourself
But sometimes you might as well

Oh, what do you mean, you don't want for anything?
Not even me?

He got so disfigured, seen dining alone
So we waited outside the restaurant and we followed him home
In the summer, with no one to please
So, what should it mean, that we wear the same haircut
And we buy the same tees?

Yeah, I know I don't hate myself
But sometimes I might as well