LATFH

[Verse 1] All I see is Nalgene bottles, hippies in jean shorts Dapper Eagle models missing their t-shirts Fashionista goggles, dripping in three quarts Of Valvoline and lager on some mission extreme sports Listen his Bon Iver, sipping his [?] For Emma falsetto forever, nobody cares Plays his music when I'm cold and nobody's there And karaoke Skinny Love in my rocking chair Hollister models starving on lozenges Almost hollow And bossing them avocados and coughing 'em all up tomorrow [?] off of the jocular shock of an artist's ocular confidence humble Dawson is awesomer Gossip Girl is the popular option For Mr. Gosselaar to get lost in the [?] Not that I wanna watch it, cause I'll be authoring sonnets Or rocking horizontal's moccasins and a bonnet [Hook] LATFH riding his ten speed To American Apparel in ripped jeans Keeping it indie Keeping it skin-deep I like the carnivore in you and vegan in me Dom-dum, dom-dum, dom-dum The DJ's spinning Dom-dum, dom-dum, dom-dum I think he's spinning [Verse 2] Friday, I will see Fleet Foxes For the first time Please be topless Worship major and the deep sea goddess And other hired troops that are freaking awesome I got my first kiss at the She & Him show He was wearing H&M, she was wearing his clothes We were holding hands, rocking in he fifth row Uploading Adam Lambert pictures when I get home Get my Twitter on, my babysitter on Captain Morgan in the Frigidaire is getting cold P-W-O-W's out Drum circle it out Hold hands and touch with your mouth Humming Mumford and Sons covers to hunker me down Working my tumblr account until it tuckers me out I torrented Florence and now I'm clutching my blouse T'was an historic performance and now I'm just on my couch [Hook] [Bridge] Arcade Fire Arcade Fire Arcade Fire Arcade Fire Arcade Fire Arcade Fire Arcade Fire Arcade Fire! [Hook]