I've been sick for a week
I can't get over it
Now I can hardly speak
But that might, be better
I don't wanna meet your parents
Who am I supposed to be?
Tell them I'm an airplane pilot
I own my own bar
Tell them anything
If it doesn't start with
A broke musician
Who plays the guitar
He lives in a basement, below his parents garage
He has ambition but he just won't start
He calls himself a writer hasn't written anything since
2007 when we first laid eyes
Upon each other on a subway
I think I love him but I don't know why
Forgets my birthday then he calls to apologize
He thinks he's special yeah he thinks he's cool
I've got news for you he's nothin, he's no exception to the
Rulin' over everyone he thinks he's got
The world in the palm of his hand
But I don't