Pardon me for thinking that it was possible to make a living doing something you love. Pardon me for not wanting to give up my values and ideals just so the people upstairs can make an extra couple grand every year. Pardon me for experiencing everything that happens to me, for not knowing how to “not bring your work home with you” because every minute I live is mine and I’m not yet willing to give you the satisfaction of owning my time and, therefore, part of my life. Pardon me for not wanting to kill myself to live. Pardon me for not having options. Pardon me for feeling entitled to stability. Pardon me for knowing that this is the only life that I will ever live. Pardon me for not wanting to lay on a death bed full of regrets. Pardon me for wanting this life to be a good one. Pardon me.
I eat with these crooked teeth Tomato soup and grilled cheese But you already know that, Because you used to dine with me Do you remember?
I listen to my same old CDs New Order and Morrissey But you already know that, Because you used to ride with me
I thought I’d be singin’ a different tune by now But this song about you keeps coming out.
I sleep in these dirty sheets A blanket between my bony knees But you already know that Because you used to crawl in bed with me In the morning before work Put your hands on my back Kiss the back of my neck
I thought I’d be singin a different tune by now But this song about you keeps coming out.
I hoped you’d be singin’ to someone new by now But this song’s about you…