Standard (EADGBE)

This time 'round how can I pretend

 That I'm not a bad bad man

Old haunts with new zeros

 A fading view of adulthood

Swinging key parties

 Well I hear it's a west coast thing

 Don't play down your hopeless intrigue

 Well not everyone's lawn

 Gets mowed twice a week

(What's that supposed to mean?)

I could be as faithful as a seahorse

 And if you were a marine biologist

 You'd know how tender that line was

Honey pick up on the bittersweet

 The tragedy that's life's limbo stick

 'Cause there's a tear jerker waiting in the wings

 Well that's still no reason to be so devoid of feeling

 Once you were a trophy for me

 And as luck would have it I a trophy for you