| "i don't want the rest of your life" |
when i first heard you were engaged
to a stupid new york bitch
i was in shock, thought it was all wrong
for you, not what i pictured
my friend tried to tell me it wasn’t that weird
it’s what she’d always expected
she called you an upper east side boy
but i thought for sure you were village
she said look at his parents, the way he was raised
the school, the summers, the lifestyle
his address might be below the numbers
but his world’s north of east 59th
she was right on as your childhood friend
i just wasn’t ready to listen when
she told me that
i wanted you during your college days
but i wouldn’t wanna be your wife
i wanted the wild nights, the bad boy
but i didn’t want the rest of your life
well of course i didn’t see it then
i was so mad at first
i’d really thought you and i had a chance
more than anything i guess i was hurt
not by you just by the destruction
of the idea i had in my head
i thought you’d sold out and because you did
all my dreams were dead
that life, that girl weren’t right for you
i was absolutely sure
you and i clicked so well, were so much the same
surely you had nothing in common w/ her
but now it’s so clear, i was so wrong
it was you and her who were the same all along
now i know that
i wanted you during your college days
but i wouldn’t wanna be your wife
i wanted the wild nights, the bad boy
but i don’t want the rest of your life
cuz what i know now is the rest of your life
will be a lot more of the same story
clubs, vacations, expensive drugs
and girls who are still twenty-four
you’ll get married and keep working for your dad
probably buy your own place
and after a few crazy fun-filled years
your socialite wife’s ashamed to show her face
cuz all her friends know, since it’s happened to them
that now you find her painfully boring
your marriage is empty, you cheat on her
the classic upper east side story
so go and marry her while i walk away
w/ a smile and no regrets at the end of the day
cuz i know that
i had you during your college days
and i don’t wanna be your wife
i got the wild nights w/ the bad boy
i got the best part of your life
written by kylar landell
© daisy jordan 2011
to a stupid new york bitch
i was in shock, thought it was all wrong
for you, not what i pictured
my friend tried to tell me it wasn’t that weird
it’s what she’d always expected
she called you an upper east side boy
but i thought for sure you were village
she said look at his parents, the way he was raised
the school, the summers, the lifestyle
his address might be below the numbers
but his world’s north of east 59th
she was right on as your childhood friend
i just wasn’t ready to listen when
she told me that
i wanted you during your college days
but i wouldn’t wanna be your wife
i wanted the wild nights, the bad boy
but i didn’t want the rest of your life
well of course i didn’t see it then
i was so mad at first
i’d really thought you and i had a chance
more than anything i guess i was hurt
not by you just by the destruction
of the idea i had in my head
i thought you’d sold out and because you did
all my dreams were dead
that life, that girl weren’t right for you
i was absolutely sure
you and i clicked so well, were so much the same
surely you had nothing in common w/ her
but now it’s so clear, i was so wrong
it was you and her who were the same all along
now i know that
i wanted you during your college days
but i wouldn’t wanna be your wife
i wanted the wild nights, the bad boy
but i don’t want the rest of your life
cuz what i know now is the rest of your life
will be a lot more of the same story
clubs, vacations, expensive drugs
and girls who are still twenty-four
you’ll get married and keep working for your dad
probably buy your own place
and after a few crazy fun-filled years
your socialite wife’s ashamed to show her face
cuz all her friends know, since it’s happened to them
that now you find her painfully boring
your marriage is empty, you cheat on her
the classic upper east side story
so go and marry her while i walk away
w/ a smile and no regrets at the end of the day
cuz i know that
i had you during your college days
and i don’t wanna be your wife
i got the wild nights w/ the bad boy
i got the best part of your life
written by kylar landell
© daisy jordan 2011
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