She Loves The B-Sides

She's up against the guardrail
Wearin' our old t-shirt
The one I used to sell out of the back of our RV
She smiles through sound check
To the bass reverberations
And knows all the variations of our set list on this tour
She bought a bunch of merch
Before we played a single note
She walked here all alone to watch us be the opening band
I put the pick to my guitar
And sing "La-la-la-la-la"
And she repeats the words in awe at the top of her lungs

She knows the words to all the songs
Even the bad ones
Especially the songs that I can't stand
Our biggest hit
She says it's her best friend
We say goodnight
I think she's our biggest fan

She runs a fansite
Just in her spare time
And the message board is nice but the Java's gotta go
She quotes our lyrics
On a page in her LiveJournal
She's so maternal bringin' us dinner on the road

She knows the words to all the songs
Even the bad ones
Especially the songs that I can't stand
Our biggest hit
She says it's her best friend
We say goodnight
I think she's our biggest fan

She shakes my hand
After our short set
And says that she's upset that we don't play b-sides anymore
I give her my number
And I take hers in exchange
And I promise that someday I'll play them for her on the phone