thought we were nick & nora of some local underground punk rock scene
i was twenty six, she was seventeen
too angry for lovers
too close for friends
if i can’t love you, baby
well, let’s try to pretend
when we met, i was broke, now i got a pile of tens
baby, let’s go out tonight, let’s see how fast i can spend
i got a couple hundred bucks, let’s go out all night
let’s see how much longer that money can last
if you can’t love me, baby,
maybe we can just pretend
we were well-matched opponents in our own private boxing ring
with just local celebrities in the front row, and our friends for don king
but in these unlicensed fights, nobody wins
the spectators yell, and the judges rescind our credentials
and the press says “well, they’re no peoples’ champions.”
it’s possible, even probable, we won’t be lovers again
and it’s possible, even probable, that that’s for the best.
’cause we still believe in forgiveness
but we believe in vengeance too
i’ll drop my weapons
if so will you.
these days, you’re broke, and now i got a pile of tens
let’s go out tonight, let’s see just how fast i can spend
i got this hundred dollar bill, let’s go out all night
let’s see if that money can last until daylight
if we can’t love each other
just for tonight, let’s pretend
if we can’t love each other
c’mon, let’s pretend.