Hey there, Delilah, what’s it like at Comic Con?
I’m a thousand miles away, but all those cosplays look spot-on
Yes they do, I’m reblogging gifsets in my room
Hey there Delilah, why’s there gotta be such distance?
I can’t see anything shown there, so instead I have to listen
To that Sherlock scene, the rumors about Sam and Dean,
Oh, my whole dashboard was there, oh, my whole dashboard was there.
Oh, my whole dashboard was there, oh, my whole dashboard was there.
Hey there Delilah, me not being there is hard,
When I see people not noticing Matt Smith dressed up as Bart
Or Karen’s head, the previews for the Walking Dead
I should be there instead.
Hey there Delilah, let me get something else straight:
I need to see those Marvel clips and teasers, I simply can’t wait
For Avengers 2, the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who,
Oh, maybe I’ll go next year, oh, maybe I’ll go next year.
Oh, maybe I’ll go next year, oh, maybe I’ll go next year.
It doesn’t matter how close or far, ‘cause I’ll take planes and trains and cars,
Though I can’t afford to go there anyway.
Maybe I’ll just sell my soul to meet the cast of Hannibal,
Or the cast of Teen Wolf or Charlie Day.
Delilah, I can promise you, that with Comic Con, I am through,
My blog will never ever be the same, and it’s to blame.
Hey there Delilah, don’t you think I forgot Hugh Dancy
And his stupid flower crown, or Tom Hiddleston dressed as Loki
I’m so mad, though not as much as I’m sad
About the ending of Breaking Bad.
I guess when it’s all said and done, the blogging was fun.
Oh, I’ll never get to go, though I’d like to think I’ll go.
Oh, I’ll never get to go, though I’d like to think I’ll go.