I’ve often wished for another life
One where I marry my high school crush
I have long hair and I’m white
And I give all the white girls I rush
I sing well and play guitar
Their judgmental fathers don’t think I’ll go far
But their daughters swear their love and more
I couldn’t care less but they’re so sure
I only have eyes for blue eyes and blonde hair
And there’s a girl that’s fit the description
She’s blonde but she’s smarter than most
She’s the topic of all my friend’s conversations
She’s going somewhere
She’s quite different from me
But years later there’s a celebration
I’m a starving artist and she’s too good for me
