Tried to say hell to the rat race Tried to make my escape Pictures of parties and their faces under blue light And their voices all on tape Can I become what I think I am? Try to find my weekend man Or will I become what I most fear? I bloomed too late now winter's near All of the guys think that it's bullshit I have better things to write about But can you tell me that it's better this way Someone called while you were out Can I become what I think I am? Try to find my weekend man And in its place a smoking gun Right before the weekend's done ♪ Can I become what I think I am? Try to find my weekend man And in its place a smoking gun Right before the weekend's done Can I become what I think I am? What I think I am