I don't make much money
That's okay, I don't work too hard
A better man might better himself
I bet I don't amount to much
The only time I read a book
Is on the train on my way to class
Resting against the safety glass
I forget where I left off
Wires knit the city to stitches
Wires knit the city to stitches
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Me and Drew we make up words
We talk backwards, throw wine coolers
I know how it sounds, it sounds absurd
Like ha ha ha
Every time I read a book
I misinterpret what it means
I think it applies to only me
Ha ha ha
Wires knit the city to stitches
Wires knit the city to stitches
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
I make a better liar than a witness
Whatever happened to American princes?