Lyrics

When will this fog lift?
A city shrouded ashen grey
The Pru stands a lone guard
Separates you and me

When will this rain clear?
So cold but too warm for snow
I can’t bike anymore on Mass. Ave.
wet cabs, the number one and potholes

I know where you are, it’s on the interweb
I know who you’re with and what they say

So I text you something, like,
Sometimes you can be so, be so cool
You text back a little too quickly

Sometimes, sometimes
Be so cool, be so cruel

Sometimes, sometimes
Be so cool, be so cruel