This time 'round how can I pretend   That I'm not a bad bad man   Old haunts with new zeros   A fading view of adulthood      Swinging key parties   Well I hear it's a west coast thing   Don't play down your hopeless intrigue   Well not everyone's lawn   Gets mowed twice a week   What's that supposed to mean?      I could be as faithful as a seahorse   And if you were a marine biologist   You'd know how tender that line was   Honey pick up on the bittersweet   The tragedy that's life's limbo stick      'Cause there's a tear jerker waiting in the wings   Well that's still no reason to be so devoid of feeling   Once you were a trophy for me   And as luck would have it I a trophy for you