She's an ocean    No...she's a song    She's the lotion    I've been running through my hands    Just like a grape stem    Dripping on the vine    She's a doorknob    Take a turn    And go       He lives in autumn    With a leaf-drop    He wears his headphones    To drown out all the sound    Come November    He'll be dropping off his semen    And tired of being alone again       CHORUS   Scarecrows and cornfields are wasting away    Like a snowman basking in the sun    Be sure to send a postcard if the seasons change    Cause my own decreation gets me by       They've only met three times    And each time it's a gas    He keeps wishing her away    She's an object    She has a master    She keeps wanting him to stay   Dumb       CHORUS      It gets me by    It gets me by    Goodbye