In the cold and dark hours of philosophy
When we always answer the same questions
Why are we here? Where are we going? Does God exist?
Did the egg come first or the Chicken McNuggets?
I wondered, if I'd invited you to the movies
Which movie you'd have preferred to watch
Some shabby love flick or an intellectual-ish one
Dogma 95 style or Citizen Kane style
So I fell in love with you maybe
Because I had nothing to get high on, or maybe
Because my grandma wanted me to take to lunch
A girl so she'd realize I wasn't gay
What an enchanted fairy tale senior year was
And the little notes inside the calculator
And the trips to modern art museums
I could've made it myself, this one!
I also thought that you, being so pretty, must have some flaw
Maybe you're with the League or a Jehovah's Witness, maybe you're missing a kidney
Maybe it's because I ride Trenitalia too often
But I don't believe in coincidences
And if you're here it's because God wants me to throw the nicest jacket I own
The nihilism of a 1920s black-and-white movie
Watched on an HD TV
And losing wings and halos while wandering
Crushed by the sky over Pavia
But nobody will ever manage to pass the med school entry test
Nobody will ever manage to pass the med school entry test
Nobody will ever manage to pass the med school entry test
Truth is, the rain was drowning us
And we had fun using the umbrella
Like a boat, and now that we're all soaked our
Moms will kick us out of the house and never open the door again
Always keep the fear of stepping
On the line that divides one tile from the next
Or you'll fall into lava and dissolve
And your mother will then come looking for me
How's it going? How are you? All good?
Nothing new on the occipital front?
Maybe now you're so smart
That you'd pass the med school test
But my love, how awful to find out we're normal
And only get the study method the night before the exams
And blame anxiety for every botched attempt
And at the end of days hypocritically think that
All things considered, we've had a good life
You're the sky in a room, I'm claustrophobia
You're the world war, I'm the batrachomyomachia
You're Keira Knightley, I'm Klaus Kinski
You're the Wembley Stadium concert, I'm a record shop
You're the anthem song, I'm the filler track
You never say hi but you're clean, I always say hi and I'm a serial killer
You're a suffragette, I'm an Afghan woman
You're daddy's little girl and I'm Franz Kafka
You're the graduation grade, I'm the high school one
You ran away and I'm still stuck here
So it'll be easier to try again next year, even though I know that
Nobody will ever manage to pass the med school entry test
Not even me, not even you