Andrew McMahon

She sits near her window sill

Thinking of places she could go

And the lights that turned down low

Yes, it's a reference to a song you know

A song we love and we wish we could be

Just half as good a lyricist as he

But no one can and we all know

He's the lyricist no one can touch

His spot at the top will never gain rust

His mind is sharp after all he's been through

He's felt pain he's felt sorrow

And yet he made it to tomorrow

And we admire him more

For this not-so-simple fact

We wish we could be his Punk Rock Princess

Even more so his Konstantine

And I wouldn't mind waking up in a car if it was with him

I'm just oh so happy I'm not Jordan

His piano pop-rock is the best we have heard

He reminds us that we can breathe

And he helps put us back together

When we just fall apart

He's the lyricist inside my head

Swimming through the stereos

The mixed tape I made for you

Is all by him, through and through

I'm not saying I'm a fangirl

I'm not saying I'm obsessed

All I'm trying to say

Is that Andrew McMahon,

Is undoubtedly the best