I've been told I need to
learn to sell myself.

Well I don't trust you,
I've given up on wealth.

No amount of cars,money, or houses
could ever make me feel any less alone.

And as my friends have found their spouses
there's not a single number in my phone

That I can call when I'm feeling down
I'm pretending to be prince with a cardboard crown.

And now I know that it's too late
For our love to return and graduate
For it to grow
And for us to love
And for us to be loved
And for me to tell you
That no matter how far apart we are-

You'll always have a home here.