Man, I just wanna live a day as a blonde
I’ll look like Jessica Chastain
Get mistaken for a man with a job
Taking sessions on my lunch break
You won’t believe what an apartment will cost
Been living right by the freeway
Watching TV in my dollar store socks
I don’t get out much these days
Convince myself that I’ve been talking too much
Picture hours of replay
It’s pretty lonely just writing a song
When you know your friends are all moving away
And I just wanna see a picture of mom
From when she was my age
Was she as hard to get as everyone thought?
Was she happier in those days?
Sleeping, getting paid
Subways running late
Leaving the rest up to question
Just to find that you ain’t got it made
Weather ain’t been bad
Floss and take a bath
Leave all the rest up to question
Just to find you hardly ever laugh
Man, I just wanna be the type to forget
Oh, the embarrassing montage
Seeing pictures from when I was a kid
Down at the beach with my brother
And I don’t wanna be a ghost when I’m dead
I think I’d tire of jump scares
Sitting quiet at the foot of your bed
Watch you crying from the top of the stairs
Work out, pay the rent
Thinking bout your ex
Leaving the rest up to question
Just to find that you got nothing left
Fall back out of love
Take too many drugs
Leave all the rest up to question
Just to find that you ain’t young enough
And when I’m feeling sad
Just remember that
I’ve got songs to hide behind until the feelings pass
It ain’t much of a life
But maybe once or twice
I’ve felt magic touching pen to paper in my time