Sage Francis - Souvenier (Unreleased) lyrics

You don't want me here, now do you?

You don't want me here

You don't want me here, now do you?

You don't want me here

You don't want me here, now

You don't want me here, now

Now you don't really want me

From what I hear my extra baggage is a turn off

My carry on luggage gets smuggled in the bags under my eyes

I'm a travelin' man

Without sleep on my itenerary

I eat whatever's vegetarian

I'll live with vegan, that's my saving grace

I gave up chase in the human mating race

'Cause I can't slow down my aging face

Wrinkles become my road maps

And my one last tire is going bald

Rubbing it when checking messages

Knowing no one called

I trooop on

On the road again

Tired of what I wrote

I spend one more quarter to phone a friend

And hold a pen up to the reciever

Lettin' the ink seep into their ear

Waitin' for any intelligent speach, they've got to share

Most people can't think deep, but I don't care

I'm not concerned with them

I've learned to fend for me, my own

And I've got a lonely girlfriend back home

Who makes me feel a lot better when I return

I'm waitin' for that "Dear John" letter

I'm gettin' her a souvenier

You don't want me here, now do you?

You don't want me here

You don't want me here, now really?

You don't want me here

You don't want me here, now

You don't want me here, now

You don't really want me

Too much time all by myself

I've been around others I do not ???

These personal moments feeling about as meaningless as phone sex

Don't stress me living in your condition

As still I'm that reason for that whole mess

I'm not in need of shelter

I'm just homeless

I'm a homeboy who's homely

Never known to be a homebody

Nobody knows the amount of body blows

or head shops at they got at rest stops

I gotta go let's ride hip hop shows ???

Let me download you on my desktop

I keep it real audio

Let's talk before the phone card expired

Or let it know I'm far from wired

Why? Cause I just rocked that show hard

And I'm tired

Use a Gold Card to buy her a silver lined dark cloud

When it rains, it pours, it's hard out

But I fear that it may have dried out, pied out

I lay down to earth girls who say "stop"

When they realize the only reason I'm outta this world is cause I'm a space shot

These relations aren't making me feel any better

When I return I'm handing her that "Dear Jane" letter

I done got her a souvenier

You don't want me here

You don't want me

We're all rock stars

We do big drugs

And we have big heads

And we have big sex

[Come again]

x3

You don't want me here x6

Cause you don't want me

You don't want me x5