I've got all the nostalgia I could possibly want
I have everything I thought I wanted
When I was young
I could never be a rockstar, famous and rich
I could never be a pop star, I could never keep a pitch
All I ever wanted was to write behind this old guitar
And yeah, I've dreamt about the future
I've predicted pretty well
But I don't like to think about it
Ever since the market fell
I just don't know what else
That I'm supposed to do with my life
I could never get a desk job
Cause I could never find the joy
Of working for somebody else
Becoming someone else's toy
And I don't mind working hard
If I've got the motivation
I just gotta leave this town
Bring my bags down to the station
Nothing left for me here
I can tell I'm making progress
Working on myself
Couldn't that just mean anything
I'm asking everybody's help
And I know in my mind that I'm doing everything wrong
Can I ask you a question-
What does this look like to you?
Because you're standing on the other side
And all my glasses are blue
And I seem to look through all my old mistakes
I could never get a desk job
Cause I could never find the joy
Of working for somebody else
Becoming someone else's toy
And I don't mind working hard
If I've got the motivation
I just gotta leave this town
Bring my bags down to the station
Nothing left for me here