Wannabe

Suddenly I find out that if you're not dressed in black
And don't have ink even in your hair
You're nobody here, you can't come in
Only Ivy shines in this burial

Nights of Baudelaire, mornings of street sweeper
I feel it pisses you off that I studied law

I don't want to focus on your shitty life
That you looked so good on the Levantine coast
I have a sock, a denture would look great on you

What a great plan on a Tuesday at three in the afternoon
Snorting a line every passing minute
It sucks that I have to tell you
That I kinda don't care about your doctoral thesis
In the damn garage

When I see you coming, I feel like I'm in Peaky Blinders
The Alcalá gate was never Birmingham

But remind me where I can listen to you
It's true, sorry, you don't know anything
Besides talking
And talking and talking
And talking again
Damn, damn, what a pain, dude
And talking and talking and talking again
Damn, damn, what a pain, dude
Sorry, sorry for being so normal