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Contains elements of "Craving (I Only Want What I Can't Have) (Bollywood Mix)" by tATu
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(I.)
A little ditty 'bout me and Selina
You never know what you got 'til it leaves ya
Eighteen months with a girl with brown hair
There's nothing that I wouldn't have given to get back there
Until I had epiphanies, I had
symphonies of thoughts that flowed through me
All about the past and what's left of it
Everything in this life that I had given a shit
about
Returned like herpes
Like a death flash, everthing's in front of me
And it's suddenly clear what I am doing here
I can see with my own eyes, I don't need to see hers
New York City in the spring months
I'm gonna miss you, my love, you've been a lot of fun
So I'll just take a bow and go lightly
Here I fucking come, hometown, I hope you still like me
(II.)
I guess I don't know what it means to be happy
Twenty-three years old, I think it can be
hard when your dreams are larger than your wallet is
But I'm anti-revisionist, non-apologist
I only did what any stupid kid would
Had to get away, had to wander out in the woods
Now I'm crawling back home like Odysseus
Hoping that Penelope still takes me serious
What's the point of working two jobs everyday
If all the money goes to Sallie Mae anyway?
Who are THEY to SAY what I owe them
I only owe 'em the back of my shoulder
Somebody's money didn't graduate, I did
I made it 'cause of my faults, not in spite of them
I'm not a bookseller, I'm not a secretary
I'm not a number, motherfucker, I am extraordinary
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