I'm sick of the cynical
I'm sick of the fashion show
The vapid and overblown someone someone tells me I ought to know
I wouldn't stay around if the money let me linger on 'til the end of December
And waste another year like a minute, trying to forget, 'cause I remember my home
I left there with bitter words
I'll go back with cap in hand, and launder the bed I made, hurtful things said, and pick up where I began
The penny lost its shine
Dirty ankles on the promenade in rubber flip-flop sandals
Give me back the rags, the neurotic and the sweet lament, 'cause I can't handle it
I'm gonna take a lover
Gonna take her back to Somerville
Show her around the neighborhood, re-case the place and settle down
Gonna take a lover
Gonna take her back to Somerville
Don't care if she's pretty as we leave Suck City