Well, I left the town of sinners, redneck priests and meth lab stalls
To find myself a few more just like me
The option's pretty skinny and the order's pretty tall
To swim the hippest waters in the seaSomewhere in the sticky city, driving back and forth
I found myself a squat in Williamsburg
Nobody seemed the same sincerely this could be a curse
But everyone's the same with different shirtsI'm not sure what part about me they can't understand
No one's really from here, they just all pretend
That's what they've been about
Those three kids left in Brooklyn sure know how to spin me outI see a guy named Ian every morning at the store
Always dissing something with his eyes
He always wears a sweater even in the warmest weather
Not afraid to say what he despisedBut I did a little searching you know, and much to my surprise
A few years back a metal cover band
He yelled at me and said the Internet is full of lies
And then I never saw Ian againI'm not sure what part about him they can't understand
No one's really from here, they just all pretend
That's what they've been about
Those two kids left in Brooklyn, they know how to spin me outI grabbed shots in Decatur with a girl that's on my block
She's the best drummer that I know
Her band's always struggling and they always say they're juggling
All their schedules just to play a showWorking at American Apparel, selling women's clothes to guys
She got a call to play in someone's band I don't know well
She don't wanna do it, she's so broke that she said screw it
Then I never spoke to her againWell, I'm not sure what part about her she didn't understand
Nobody's really from here, they just all pretend
That's what they've been about
That one kid left in Atlanta, fuck this place, I'm getting out
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