I was the boy
that didn't have any roots
wasn't from anywhere
no return address or proof
I wanted to be dangerous
wanted to be mysterious
thought of as strange
came off as furious
trying to catch an eye
without being "that guy"
I found it almost impossible
to avoiding telling a lie
she won't look over here
she won't know my name
why am I so insecure
why does she drive me insane?
Because I've no stories to tell
no frilly past to share
never been to the liberty bell
never smelled a hotdog in times square
and there's no fighting chance
competing with the other guys
they've got familiarity
they've got pretty eyes
so I go it alone
ten speed windy nights
rain washes back my hair
eyes lit by street lights
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