Don't Wanna Be Here

I grew up in like, the middle of nowhere

And I swore I would never go back.

My hometown was like the suburb of a suburb

I actually lived on a cul-de-sac.

That's literally a road that goes nowhere.

That's the definition of dead end.

I said, "I can't wait to learn to do a three-point-turn"

Because I don't wanna be here.

In four long years, I finished up with high school.

Graduated top of my class. Thank you!

But in college I discovered that devising my own major

Was a bureaucratic pain in the ass.

I thought I'd recontextualize Sartre

But could only register for first-year French. Ha!

Well, you should've heard my mom when I dropped the bomb

And said, "I don't wanna be here

No, I don't wanna be here."

Now, I am not a negative person

It's just that I've always known that I had places to go

Dreams to fulfill and ideas to discover

They're just never where I am.

So anyway, back at school

I waited five semesters

Till I could snag one of their random degrees

I moved down south, 'cause I heard everyone was hiring

And they were. At the Applebee's.

They fired me, like, three weeks later.

My sublet promptly, whoops, fell through.

As I checked into a hotel, I said, "It's just as well.

Because I don't wanna be here.

No, I don't wanna be here."

And I, I was not a negative person

So I packed up my bags, though I had no place to go

I opened a map and said, "Show me my future.

'Cause it isn't where I am."

I finally got a job at some hum-drum office

Like everyone right out of school does

I sat there at my cubicle every day

Sending faxes, and that's what my life was

Oh, I went back home and said to my parents,

"I know what I've got to do."

And since I am a dork

I moved to New York

And I started grad school.

I really don't wanna be here.