She’s a loner, not a stoner
Bleeding heart and the soul of Miss Teresa
Supernova, Cherry Cola
She’s the cedar in the trees of Minnesota

I’m a rough boy ’round the edges
Getting drunk, and falling in the hedges
She’s my weakness, fucking genius
Swear to god and I’m not even superstitious

Youngblood, youngblood
She’s my little youngblood
Youngblood, youngblood
Punch-drunken youngblood

Are you stranded, like I’m stranded?
Do you want to watch the world fall to pieces?
Are you broken, like I’m broken?
Are you restless? She said “Fuck you, I’m from Oakland!”