(The) Harvey Danger Database

A bond this thick is never unstuck
A thousand pages, a finished product
I’ve had the chance to look things over
I’ve had this whole place to myself

I see your photograph is face down on the table
I’ll turn it over when and if I’m able
They’ve started closing all your places
They’ve been removing any traces

They caught me stealing all your glances
It’s a crime when you love somebody

Nervous breakdown, on-the-floor-style, Mary,
I wish you could’ve seen it
I will not be your friend or your correspondent
This time, I think they mean it

Mary Kay, wasting away
Meanwhile, I’m staying home on prom night