I spent my summers alone
Sewing hand clutches
Never leaving my apartment
My wrist was sore from
The needle penetrating
Matte board through fabric silk
A constant push and pull
My thimble was getting worn
Sometimes I stuck my finger
On accident and it hurt
I had a roommate
But I basically was the only one there
All the time
It got old
I was productive but lonely as f*ck
The local weirdos/psychos sporadically hollering at me
Ain't nothin new
Ain't a damn thing new in this little-po-dunk-no-way-town
Let me alone
Let it be
I'd rather sit here and sew
I'd rather sit here and sew
Than fancy you
Fancy, you
Ain't nothin
Ain't nothin new
Than fancy, fancy, fancy
Fancy, you
I'd rather sit here and sew
Than fancy
Fancy, you