Souvenier

You don't want me here, now do you?You don't want me hereYou don't want me here, now do you?You don't want me hereYou don't want me here, nowYou don't want me here, nowNow you don't really want meFrom what I hear my extra baggage is a turn offMy carry on luggage gets smuggled in the bags under my eyesI'm a travelin' manWithout sleep on my iteneraryI eat whatever's vegetarianI'll live with vegan, that's my saving graceI gave up chase in the human mating race'Cause I can't slow down my aging faceWrinkles become my road mapsAnd my one last tire is going baldRubbing it when checking messagesKnowing no one calledI trooop onOn the road againTired of what I wroteI spend one more quarter to phone a friendAnd hold a pen up to the recieverLettin' the ink seep into their earWaitin' for any intelligent speach, they've got to shareMost people can't think deep, but I don't careI'm not concerned with themI've learned to fend for me, my ownAnd I've got a lonely girlfriend back homeWho makes me feel a lot better when I returnI'm waitin' for that "Dear John" letterI'm gettin' her a souvenierYou don't want me here, now do you?You don't want me hereYou don't want me here, now really?You don't want me hereYou don't want me here, nowYou don't want me here, nowYou don't really want meToo much time all by myselfI've been around others I do not ???These personal moments feeling about as meaningless as phone sexDon't stress me living in your conditionAs still I'm that reason for that whole messI'm not in need of shelterI'm just homelessI'm a homeboy who's homelyNever known to be a homebodyNobody knows the amount of body blowsor head shops at they got at rest stopsI gotta go let's ride hip hop shows ???Let me download you on my desktopI keep it real audioLet's talk before the phone card expiredOr let it know I'm far from wiredWhy? Cause I just rocked that show hardAnd I'm tiredUse a Gold Card to buy her a silver lined dark cloudWhen it rains, it pours, it's hard outBut I fear that it may have dried out, pied outI 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 shotThese relations aren't making me feel any betterWhen I return I'm handing her that "Dear Jane" letterI done got her a souvenierYou don't want me hereYou don't want meWe're all rock starsWe do big drugsAnd we have big headsAnd we have big sex[Come again]x3You don't want me here x6Cause you don't want meYou don't want me x5