Graduate to better things: square feet and income tax
You go back to where you came from
And you can't seem to relax
Before you know it, everyone you know lives in New York
Once they find your favorite coffee shop
You just can't go there anymore
And mixtapes get much harder once your friends have indie cred
The weekend's twice as lonely when you spend it half in bed
And the Facebook folks get worried you don't love 'em anymore
But it's nothing against them
It's just getting accustomed takes some time
There's a party in your memory
Where you met your college queen
But you've left the party circuit
For the after-party scene
And finding someone friendly's not as tough as you expect
But distraction gets the best of you
Sometimes this city stinks like sex
And when you're feeling confident, you drop it like it's hot
And sometimes you're a gentleman, and sometimes you are not
And your girlfriend's friends don't seem to know how beautiful they are
And it's out of the question
But it's hard not to mention, so let 'em know
First-timer, new guy
Firstname dot lastname
I know I've seen you somewhere
What are you up to these days?
And everyone needs time to get it right, or so you've heard
You're on your second internship and looking for a third
Your ex-classmates are writing for the magazines you read
And the Gmail logo's permanently burned into your screen
And sometimes San Francisco seems like it'd be worth a try
You might as well get comfortable and let it pass you by
But you know damn straight no other place you find will feel like home
It's a grand old adventure
Nothing gained, nothing ventured
Oh God