galaxie

is this the place that i want to be, is it you who i want to see, holding on, hold it high, show me everything, and you're leaving me, yeah you're leaving me, you're leaving me with a hated identity, but i keep on a comin' here and standing in this state, and i'm never really sure if you'll take what i'm saying the right way, but i'm not appalled or afraid verbal pocket play, is as discreet as i can muster up to be, because the cadillac that's sittin' in the back, it isn't me, oh, no, no, no it isn't me, i'm more at home in my galaxie, can i do the things i wanna do, that i don't do because of you, and i'll take a left and i'll second, guess into a total mess, and you're leaving me, and you're leaving me, you're leaving me with a hated identity, no no no no it isn't me, no no no no it isn't me, no it isn't me, i'm more at home in my galaxie