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:Fuck this place, I'm getting out