Planets aligned, here comes the sign   A guilded word, the holy kind   There's rows and rows of Saturdays    To come      They cried a laugh, you cried alone   They fleshed it out, your gone and grown   Equipped with all you'd ever want   To feel      Nigh bricks nor mortar    Can hold you in place   Place your hands upon a hammer   And nail away, see if she stays      You're glued to the girl   Glued to the girl   Six or seven minutes   Repeat then you're finished   You're Glued to the girl   Glued to the girl girl girl girl      Embrace the day with your good deeds   She tunes you out, you speak your peace   With vacant stares and coffee stains   On your shoes      Placid and pain, soaking the stain   We try so hard to cast away   Pilgrimidge is set    To sail      All thrown together but to no avail   No tax, tongue, or tape or fine-tuned detail   See if you sail   You're glued to the girl   Glued to the girl   Cried when you left   All of us alone   Glued to the girl   Glued to the girl girl girl girl      If you want to, I can show you   All the things I learned and misused   It's true that I don't love you no more   I'm sure to lack and not be friends      Planets align with baited breath   The guilded kind within my chest   There's rows and rows of mundane   Junk to sort through