Twenty seven years back home. Three months in the city
You're outside in your favourite dress
I'm on the floor feeling shitty
And I want to write songs like Swifty does
But I rarely pick up my guitar
I want to feel heartbreak like Swifty does!
And tonight it doesn't feel that far away
I could smash my head in. Break my hollow bones
But I'm medicated so I'm happy on my own
Forgive my insincere, sarcastic tone
I'll get back to learning to be all alone
Six weeks in this world. We've had five years
It's been pretty. I'll put on a shirt. You put on a dress
We'll both go out to the city
Get drunk and sing songs like Swifty does
The ones where she don't play guitar
Forget it all, not like Swifty does
Forget it all. Forget it all it's all so far away