Somerville

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