Mass romantic fool wears Foster GrantsHis books on tape ring trueLike everyone wants to say "I love you" To someone on the radio, radioThe first voice in the hollowed starsNow the one true loves, and author of"My Life Among the Kids Who Go to Shows."This is not the way.In the streetlight dawnIn the streetlight dawnThis street turns onMass romantic fool, separated by sheetsWhen the curtain calls you speakingOn the themes of stolen virtuemissing from the radio, radioNow this romantic duel is into the streetsBon appetit, you've eaten me alive you realizeThis is not the wayIn the streetlight dawnThis beat turns onThis boy's life among the electrical lights