Passing Time

I like the way
That you come
Running up to me
It sort of reminds me
Of black and white movies
And I will put
A white dress on
And by the window wait
For my Marlon Brando
To come
Crashing through the gate
Sometimes
I talk on the phone
Until my ears are numb
My friends
All say it's because
I can't face anyone

But I know
I'm just passing time
I know
I'm just passing time

I saw you
Walking downtown
To the video store
I saw you
With another girl
I'm sure
She was a whore
And so she means
Nothing to you
And thus nothing to me
Excuse me while
I get drunk
From watching
Too much bad TV
I'm sitting here
And I'm waiting
For your mouth
To open up
And start overflowing
Just like Jesus' cup

And I'm just passing time
I'm just passing tim