population: you

Blame it on the chemicals
why you can't control impulse
say it was my sub par prose
why you cannot find your clothes
show me your teeth show me skin
someday, i will be your has been
just act as if it never happened

because you have too much pride
and you know that they would chide
it's a real small town
and you've got too much class
for a boy who's oh so crass
but it's a real small town

say that you don't like my voice
i'm only yours from lack of choice
say you don't like my stupid words
they're like no oberst you have heard
say you don't like my guitar
but still fuck me in my car
and someday i'll go real far
and you'll still be here

and I'll find someone who will want only me
maybe she'll be kate, or maybe natilee
maybe me and natilee, or maybe me and kate
you'll be here suffering your small town fate

cause it's a real small town
and i'm the best you'll find
it's a real small town
and i'm leaving you behind
It's a dead end town
this much is true
it's a die here town
and it will always be, population: you