Indiana Pickle Farm - Imaginative Absentee Lyrics

Humming words that I don't know
Losing sight of where I saw it before
And you're electric when you speak
Wonder where you found those jeans

Cherry lip balm and rosé
Yo shredded vest and plastic tray
Girl, you look so fine in your cute cliché
It's got me thinking 'bout the way that

You're so lovely
You're so love
You take your pictures with a cigarette I know you hate the taste
And it tastes like all you want is to fake and if I'm honest
You fit in too much then you're doing the wrong thing
Put those yellowed posters back inside their sleeves
And paint your walls rose and add some greenery
You're so lovely
You're so love
But baby, you're an imaginative absentee

Struggling to learn these dances and
I'd rather take my chances having thoughts
Then getting nailed up to a cross
And when I stop to get a breather
I can see her in the window staring out
But in her eyes she's getting lost

I heard you play the classical guitar
But you bite those nails so awfully hard
You do so much of the things I hate
But I lose my mind when you say hey

You're so lovelY
You're so love
You take your pictures with a cigarette I know you hate the taste
And it tastes like all you want is to fake and if I'm honest
You fit in too much then you're doing the wrong thing
Put those yellowed posters back inside their sleeves
And paint your walls rose and add some greenery
You're so lovely
You're so love
But baby, you're an imaginative absentee