The Black Cassette Lyrics

We spent the summer in his room
We spent the summer in his gloom
Feverish and celibate

Listening to the black cassette
Listening to the black cassette

I would come by after work
I worked as a drug store clerk
I would bring him cigarettes

And listen to the black cassette
Listen to the black cassette, listen

He's staring off into the bookcase
I'm painting stars upon his face
Divining our state of disgrace

Listening to the black cassette
Listening to the black cassette

And waiting for Halloween
Waiting to put our boots on

It's never like the books you've read
Sitting there beside his bed
In my prom dress and pink barrette

Listening to the black cassette
Listening to the black cassette
Listen, listen, listen