Stradlater the Elevetator

I hear his feet outside,

I'm having to decide...

Do I give him,

do I tell him,

do I give him a piece of my mind?

How was your date?

Oh it was just great,

I took her her to a romantic spot

at the back of the parking lot.

Oh Jane you’re driving me insane,

but I’d rather blame it on anyone else,

anything else, but you.
Here’s your composition,

I hope you do like it.

It’s about my dead brother's baseball mit.

Oh Holden I should have known

that you’d do this all wrong.

I told you to write about a room,

not some stupid kid you knew.

So stradlater did you give her the time?

That’s a professional secret of mine.

I had to feel something real.

So I called him a moron,

even though I knew,

it would do me harm.

And I paid for it

with a fist in the face,

but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Because I’ll go insane,

before I ever admit

that it was all about Jane.