Basketball

Amy, blew up a Carls Jr
She left a note at her boyfriends
Said I’m feeling much better
She said «don't look for me
Cause I really need to be alone
I’m wanted now
They’ll follow me, I know they will
I’ll write to you, but don’t expect me to come home»
Highway, to see her brother Danny
He was shooting a porno with a camera
That he stole from Circuit City
He said «you can’t stay here
Cause I can’t attract attention
And you’re wanted now
They’ll follow you, I know they will
What the hell were you thinking?
Though I think I know
No I don’t»
Basketball means nothing anymore
I watch the cars go by and I wonder what they’re for
My TV set has replaced what’s in my head
Amy, she moved to New York City
She got a job and a pistol
That she carried on the subway
She said «don't follow me
Cause it’s really best that I’m alone
I’m trying now to fit in with the rest of them
I’ll try to write but don’t be surprised if I don’t»
Basketball means nothing anymore
I watch the cars go by and wonder what they’re for
My TV set has replaced what’s in my head
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah