Mott Street ain’t been the same since Dan Fields election day
And I called you when it rained
To tell you Virginia looked the same as Wednesday when you came by
And cried about your dog that died in the third grade
I don’t know why it feels like I’m wasting my life
I don’t know why it feels like I’m wasting my life
There’s a country club by the lake
That doesn’t let women play golf on good Sundays
But I gave everything away to show you
You don’t need me
I don’t know why it feels like I’m wasting my life
I don’t know why it feels like I’m wasting my life
It’s eating me from the outside in
It’s eating me from the outside in
It’s eating me from
It’s eating me from
It’s eating me from the outside in
Scraped my knee running home
To watch the man land on the moon
Grab the remote, blinds are closed
I’ve been sad, now you know
I don’t know why it feels like I’m wasting my life
I don’t know why it feels like I’m wasting my life
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