All she ever wanted
Was to be Gloria Steinem
But that gig was already booked
So when she graduated
She thought that she could fake it
In some Bushwick neighborhood
Now she's coked out of her mind
Lower East Side all the time
She figures man, this is all she wrote
And when I gotta listen
To all the dreams she left behind
She hides it with some ironic joke
She hides it with some ironic joke
She says I wasn't ready for this yet
I wasn't ready for this yet
All the time wasted regret
I wasn't ready for this yet
She had this little letter
That she wrote when she was seven
To the person that she'd become
How she would be a doctor
And a lawyer and a mother
And the president all at once
Well she tried to laugh it off
When she showed me all that stuff
She was drunk from when the night begun
Then she took a zippo lighter
Lit those desires all on fire
And held it like a smoking gun
She said, "Tell me boy have you ever fucked like this?
Do you and your girls do you do it like this?"
I can't even think about it
When the world keeps on crumbling
The world keeps on crumbling
I wasn't ready for this yet
I wasn't ready for this yet
All the time wasted regret
I wasn't ready for this yet
Now everytime she tells me 'bout her family vacation
To some foreign nation she couldn't stand
I gotta think about when I was just a kid
Convinced a hundred bucks would be enough
To save all skins
And every moment felt like glass shattering
Yes every moment felt like glass shattering
Yes every moment felt like glass shattering
But from this distance those shards keep glistening
I wasn't ready for this yet
I wasn't ready for this yet
All the time wasted regret
I wasn't ready for this yetI wasn't ready for this yet
I wasn't ready for this yet
All the time wasted regret
I wasn't ready for this yet