The edited version of my life is nice.
I ride ensconced in luxury.
I never get a ticket for blaring Mozart
Out the windows of my SUV
In the parking lot of Walmart,
And you're always with me.

But in real life I get to missing you,
Hear some sad song on the reddio,
Sneak down your street and up
To your window
And raise such a caterwauling
That the neighbors call the law.
They escorted me away,
But like I say, in the edited version
Of my life, you're always with me.

- jenn