Well, listen, I've got something up on my mind
And I think it's time that we talked
There's too many interlopers that are showing up
And some of 'em deserve second thoughts
'Cause when the past makes you wanna die a little
And dying makes you wanna work
Well, then how we gonna find any room to have a life?
I think it's time we lifted the curse
Say the mantra
I love goodbyes
Ooh
A dirty wedding dress is a promise
I knew it that night at the shore
And I knew it that night on the rooftop
I knew that she was from before
So we got married that August
And the neighbors all lost their minds
We had to board up all the windows and shoot out the drones
We took that sadness right from Saturday night
Now only my people can see me
Only my people come in
Everybody outside talking like they know
But no, they don't know
They don't know what they think, what they thought, thought they heard
What's the time, where they're at, what's the word, herb's the word
No, they don't understand these bits and they'll never get why
So glory to the ones getting right
Say the mantra
I love goodbyes
Well, on tour with the band, there's like a backstage party
And this reporter makes her way across the room to me
She asks me about my loss, she laughs and calls it canon
She asks if I will read her latest piece
Oh, Penny Lane, they're edging all over me
And a critic has moved up the block
Jokes he wants publishing 'cause I referenced him one time
I'm like: What the fuck?
Well, Sammy writes pieces for the big machine
'Cause a book deal can't even pay the rent
But Pac-Manning another artist to put a dollar in his pocket
He's like: I'm a lone working-class man!
Maybe that's why mom stays down at the shore most the time
We're always meeting her there to breathe
Oh, yeah, it's nice to feel special, it's nice to have a think
And it's nice to get a break from that cynical beat
I think my dirty wedding suit was a promise
That I'll never let 'em take my soul
Yeah, you're too good to spend any time in the mud
Yes, you're a truth to behold
So how can I talk to the ones counting streams
Or the ones who like to bully the dolls
Or the ones waiting in line to get ripped off just to turn around and rip someone else off
Baby, aren't you sick of it all?
Now only my people can see me
Only my people come in
Everybody outside talking like they know
But no, they don't know
I'm saying: No, they don't know
Three times
No, no, no, they don't know
I'm saying: No, they don't know
Close the door
And one, two, three
Make it stop
