Hand-me-down dreams got me high in the rafters Homecoming queen couldn't be an outsider So there I'd sit, with a cigarette lit in a leather jacket I found a boy who was a stranger too In a one-horse town at a table for two We had matching scars, matching tattoos Both dying to fit in Ain't that some shit We're just small-town hypocrites
And that scholarship was a ship that sailed When I chose you and daddy gave me hell I made myself into someone else just to love you, damn I loved you Took all my plans and I put 'em in a box Phantom pains for the wings I lost Had me circling rings in the catalogs For seven years and you never got the hint Ain't that some shit I'm just a small-town hypocrite
Swore we'd be running, running, running this town But you're just running, running, running around And I'm staring at a picket fence Wondering where the hell time went I should've been running, running, running by now But I just hang around
Love shot me out like a rocket Never to return and man, I forgot it How it feels to fall from orbit and land on shifting sands I found my heart at the bottom of a bookcase You said you needed space and dammit I bought it 'Til you moved in a vinyl-sided double-wide with a couple of her kids Ain't that some shit You're just a small-town hypocrite
Swore we'd be running, running, running this town But you're still running, running, running around And I'm staring at a picket fence Wondering where the hell time went I should've been running, running, running by now But I just hang around
Now I bitch about how things turned and how they should've been The bridges that I burned and the trains I didn't catch Like a small-town hypocrite Just a small-town hypocriteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
