I felt insane on Lover's Lane Wanted a cry on my daily drive To the Park of Roses I opposed every petal picking nice guy in the grass I felt absurd as a lovebird Wanted to die on my morning fly To your apartment window Where I would show my muscle and my melody off But no on likes a chatterbox I cannot win, I cannot win I cannot win, win affection Win affection I started parting my hair like his, that's what I did To subconsciously draw your attention To the arbitrary aspect of attraction And when at my teenage worst what I do Is think of all the people in the world that aren't you Oh, there's plenty, I usually only count to 20 Less dog with tail between its legs More like my guts are on display Food out on a tray, but I can't eat it Doesn't that sound defeated I cannot win, I cannot win I cannot win, win affection Win affection, win affection I felt insane on Lover's Lane