Come Pick Me up Songtext

von Counting Crows

When they call your name,
Will you walk right up,
With a smile on your face?
Or will you cower in fear,
In your favorite sweater,
With an old love letter?

I wish you would, I wish you would,
Come pick me up, take me out,
Fuck me up, steal my records,
Screw all my friends,
They're all full of shit,
With a smile on your face,
And then do it again,
Well I wish you would.

When you're walking down town,
Do you wish I was there?
Do you wish it was me?
With the windows clear,
And the mannequins eyes,
Do they all look like mine?

You know you could, I wish you would,
Come pick me up, take me out,
Fuck me up, steal my records,
Screw all my friends, behind my back,
With a smile on your face,
And then do it again,
I wish you would.

I wish you'd make up my bed,
So I could make up my mind,
Try it for sleeping instead,
Maybe you'll rest sometime,
I wish I could, I wish I could,
I wish I could, I wish I could,
I wish I could.