I didn't want to be anything unless it was beautiful and brilliant hardly believed
Like grasshoppers or spiders and I am not the princess I'd like to be
Should I forget myself before the swingers leave
Know it would be a relief to some extent to be compelled to retrieve
Each memory and fiber that might be imbued with fondness when absent or fleeing
When I stood up to go
You were already dreaming of Mexico
When I stood up to go
You were already dreaming of Mexico
When I stood up to go
You were already dreaming of Mexico
I want to be a sportsman
Own a sports car
Fit for home movies
I want to be a big shot
The envy of all the loves I've lost
And to buy my parents groceries
Could've been a punchline or a grifter
There's still time I suppose
A headline if those bullets clipped me or my sister
Maybe it's just that I don't want to die alone