Sage Francis - Souvenier (Non-Prophets) lyrics

You don't want me here, now do you? You don't want me here You don't want me here, now do you? You don't want me here You don't want me here, now You don't want me here, now Now you don't really want me From what I hear my extra baggage is a turn off My carry on luggage gets smuggled in the bags under my eyes I'm a travelin' man Without sleep on my itenerary I eat whatever's vegetarian I'll live with vegan, that's my saving grace I gave up chase in the human mating race 'Cause I can't slow down my aging face Wrinkles become my road maps And my one last tire is going bald Rubbing it when checking messages Knowing no one called I trooop on On the road again Tired of what I wrote I spend one more quarter to phone a friend And hold a pen up to the reciever Lettin' the ink seep into their ear Waitin' for any intelligent speach, they've got to share Most people can't think deep, but I don't care I'm not concerned with them I've learned to fend for me, my own And I've got a lonely girlfriend back home Who makes me feel a lot better when I return I'm waitin' for that "Dear John" letter I'm gettin' her a souvenier You don't want me here, now do you? You don't want me here You don't want me here, now really? You don't want me here You don't want me here, now You don't want me here, now You don't really want me Too much time all by myself I've been around others I do not ??? These personal moments feeling about as meaningless as phone s** Don't stress me living in your condition As still I'm that reason for that whole mess I'm not in need of shelter I'm just homeless I'm a homeboy who's homely Never known to be a homebody Nobody knows the amount of body blows Or head shops at they got at rest stops I gotta go let's ride hip hop shows ??? Let me download you on my desktop I keep it real audio Let's talk before the phone card expired Or let it know I'm far from wired Why? Cause I just rocked that show hard And I'm tired Use a Gold Card to buy her a silver lined dark cloud When it rains, it pours, it's hard out But I fear that it may have dried out, pied out I lay down to earth girls who say "stop" When they realize the only reason I'm outta this world is cause I'm a space shot These relations aren't making me feel any better When I return I'm handing her that "Dear Jane" letter I done got her a souvenier You don't want me here You don't want me We're all rock stars We do big d** And we have big heads And we have big s** [Come again] X3 You don't want me here x6 Cause you don't want me You don't want me x5