There actually IS a bike just chilling in my living room. It's Tanya's, my roommates.
Verse 1 - There's a bicycle in my living room
I'm tempted to go out and ride
but this weather is not convincing
and I don't want to go outside
Verse 2 - You're calling me with those wheels
teasing me with that body of yours
that smooth black metal with red writing
dreaming up adventures you've never been before
Chorus - Take me on a ride
through streets I've never been
to places I've never seen
down roads that extend for hours on end
Verse 3 - So mysterious you are
as you lean against the wall
dunno who you think you are
trying to persuade me outside
(repeat chorus)
Verse 4 - But your tires are flat
your dreams are shattered
you hold yourself back
like nothing really mattered
Don't play coy with me
You're not a boy you see
You're a bicycle
Between the last chorus and the 4th verse I got on the bike and rode it into the kitchen and back to the living room realizing it had a flat tire . . .
