Is this one of those times
Where you tell me I'm good
And I listen to you
A little more than I should
Then I go back home and write a new song
About loving a city
Where I can't stay long
Then it goes online and gets twelve hits
In a whole week
So it must be shit
So you wanted me to write this
But you don't want
To hear it
Wish I had something better for you
To read, to know
Now I'm stuck in a town where I don't want to be
Cause I'm super f*cked financially
And I took a job in the theater
Where the high school kids are weird
I remember last year when I was so full of life
Now it's been twelve months and I'm back in the grind
Hear my cry
I will drain the atlantic with a straw
Then you'll tell me I'm worth it, you'll tell me I'm raw
Currently I'm filling envelopes and holy smokes it's fine with me
Yesterday I spent my afternoon with tunes and playing make believe
All I wanted was to write this, but I don't want to sing it
I'll put it on cassette tape and hand it to my friends
Then it's one of those times where they tell me I'm good
And I listen to them a little more than I should
A little more than I should