Goodnight, Miss Oliver

Graphic novels on the bed, someone sleeping in your lap
You can't juggle so you confide the abilities you lack
So you've told him where you've been and where you're going to
You sketch out a picture of Billy Corgan and take off for a week or two

Now, I know that you can't hide for too long
You won't brush your hair and you hate to sleep alone

But tonight?
(Tonight, tonight)
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Goodnight Miss Oliver, where ever you may lie
Since you got knocked up, I hope it's all going alright
You can live vicariously through someone else
Instead of taking off as soon as you can be yourself

I remember the stories of what your father did
And other tales that kept changing when you didn't like the end

Your brother always seemed like a stand up guy
But the rest of the saga was so fantastic, it had to be a lie
A homeless little waif in elementary walls
But anybody who looks like you can never be alone for long

Goodnight Miss Oliver, where ever you may lie
Since you got knocked up, I hope it's all going alright
You can live vicariously through someone else
Instead of taking off as soon as you can be yourself

Goodnight Miss Oliver, on this cold Texas night
A vegan bakery waits for you in the dawn's early light
Take care Miss Oliver, and no matter what you do
Be sure one day that your children can keep better track of you