Downtown Vancouver, digging through your bag
Ripping pages out the local music mag
You missed the show last summer, but now you've got your chance
They're playing at the railway with another emo band.
I'm ambitious when giving up.
Never thinking clear enough.
But we're not Elvis anymore.
We're not Frankie in his wild years.
We're not Tina's glorious comeback.
We're not us, we're not us.
Sold my soul the devil for nice penmanship
And now I write real pretty, but I'm starting to regret it
If all this was easy, it wouldn't matter how it ends.
I'm ambitious when giving up.
Never thinking clear enough.
But we're not Elvis anymore.
We're not Frankie in his wild years.
We're not Tina's glorious comeback.
We're not us, we're not us.
We're not us anymore, we're not us
We're not us anymore, we're not us
We're not us.

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