Last American Virgin Lyrics - Welcome To Condale - Summer Camp

"another sunday, in the cafe 

he leans over to me 

pushing forward in his chair 

he whispers privately 

'they don't know where we go 

when the lights turn low. 

you and me we're the same, 

we know we all have to go' 

he writes his name in the soap 

on the counter top. 

i grip my chair with white knuckles 

wishing that he would stop. 

dont you dare try to compare, 

i am nothing like you. 

you're bringing me down. 

at a bus stop in the rain, 

he slithers over to me. 

pulling at his greasy hair 

i know he thinks i'll agree. 

'they dont see what we see 

when we close our eyes 

you and me we're the same 

i know we both fantasize.' 

he pulls his jacket closer to him as he winks at the night. 

out of sight i'd rather walk, 

but something just isnt right. 

don't you dare try and compare, 

i am nothing like you. 

you're bringing me down."