Well, i’m not about to waste my twenties like my stupid misspent youth so cut to the chase let’s get to the facts, c’mon man you’ve gotta tell me the truth because you know that I think you’re so cute but this distance and this disinterest —that’s something i’m not into
i'm just a modest guy with some modest dreams who wants a modest guy to come and share a bed with me
so is it so hard to figure out that I don’t need your doubts I need a friend or something kinda permanent to keep me humble to keep me sane to keep me out of my own way The Smiths never changed my life but baby you just might
ya know just last week you had me going so crazy I forgot all my favorite bands and that’s the last thing I want, man you stop and ask yourself —is this the real me? is it someone else? or is there even such a thing? is that so hard to understand?