The Fake Outdoors

I heard a creepy rendition Of a song I used to love I was on the edge of thinking of something deep But there was someone at the door For a moment the man peddling real estate Looked like a handsome astronaut Lately I have the the attention span Of a tiny anxious dog I might Run wild At the very mention of a party At an early summer afternoon At myself reflected in a pretty stranger's eyes For the littlest of whiles I went back into the apartment Holding a glossy brochure Of a house with a kidney-shaped swimming pool Surrounded by the fake outdoors So if I ever grow a fortune By some accident I'm sure We can all lounge in the lounging chairs And drink wine like connoisseurs I might Run wild At the very mention of a party At an early summer afternoon At myself reflected in a pretty stranger's eyes For the littlest of whiles