You Can Take Neighbourhood Out Of The Boy (But You Can't Take The Boy Out Of The Neighbourhood)
So you’re in love are you; is this true my love? It’s good to see you’ve moved on while I’ve been gone. I remember years ago I used to know someone who knew the right things to say, to make this hell go away. But I invent my own history to make things seem more real to me. So don’t trust a word ’cause I wasn’t ever really there. Sometimes I forget where I come from and it’s easier to never remember anything. And we’ve married and divorced in my head so often I can’t recall if I was even there. So cross my heart and hope to spit. Forget all the lines I fed you in my apartment.