It was the summer I learned to love politics and Elliot Smith cause you did Swinging in the backyard Wind in my hair and words You’re playing it cool like a kid But I’m the kind of girl that you write songs about Mystery you can’t get out your head Before you sleep at night Once in a lifetime You’re taking pictures you can’t bare to lose Be the artist to my muse I think dying is a beautiful thing to do By your side I bleed on paper So the fact of the fiction Is alive on the page when I’m gone Coming undone in dark corridors We’re catching our breath, just for a moment And I could waste all of my time in between the lines Cause I’m the kind of girl that you write songs about Mystery you can’t get out your head Before you sleep at night Once in a lifetime You’re taking pictures you can’t bare to lose Be the artist to my muse I think dying is a beautiful thing to do by your side Every movement in my rearview And every place in reference to you If nothing else can I be your regret Years from now I’m the kind of girl that you write songs about Mystery you can’t get out your head Before you sleep at night Once in a lifetime You’re taking pictures you can’t bare to lose Be the artist to my muse I think dying is a beautiful thing to do by your side