i claimed foreign soil, but you know exactly where i'm from. say what you will about where you are. tell me when you plan to come. i try to tune in to my past to put a better pin on it, but every story fragments fast before i get to read the script. nothing much to shout about. i salute all foreign flags. i wanna know where you come from. say what you want about where i'm at. let me know when you get done. forced forgetting dulls the past. the present takes a hit. your compliments can't last. false kindness equals shit. now here's the serious part of the song: wide eyes narrow. slim curtains drawn. push into this skin, unbutton that shirt, give over, get in. we press on in spurts. i don't mean to move like this. it comes and goes like an accident. it's like a regrettable insult, or an off color joke. you keep giving me credit when you know i'm broke.