Butch Walker - The 3 Kids in Brooklyn lyrics

Well I left the town of sinners, redneck priests and meth lab stalls To find myself a few more just like me The options pretty skinny and the order's pretty tall To swim the hippest waters in the sea Somewhere in the sticky city driving back and forth I found myself a squat in Williamsburg Nobody seemed the same sincerely this could be a curse But everyone's the same with different shirts I'm not sure what part about me they can't understand No one's really from here, they just all pretend that's what they've been about Those three kids left in Brooklyn sure know how to spin me out I see a guy named Ian every morning at the store Always dissing something with his eyes He always wears a sweater even in the warmest weather He's not afraid to say what he despised But I did a little searching you know, and much to my surprise A few years back a metal cover band He yelled at me and said the Internet is full of lies And then I never saw Ian again I'm not sure what part about him they can't understand No one's really from here, they just all pretend that's what they've been about Those two kids left in Brooklyn sure know how to spin me out I grabbed shots in Decatur with a girl who's on my block She's the best drummer that I know Her band's always struggling and they always say they're juggling All their schedules just to play a show Working at American Apparel selling women's clothes to guys She got a call to play in someone's band I don't know well She don't wan't to do it, she's so broke that she said screw it Then I never spoke to her again I'm not sure what part about her she didn't understand Nobody's really from here, they just all pretend that's what they've been about That one kid left in Atlanta…f** this place, I'm getting out