Change of Taste

Don’t want to be the one you see at lunch on MTV

Don’t want to be your drive at five

Just wanna make enough to have a buck when I want it

Live in some run down, small apartment


I used to have these dreams of being some big something

It seems I’ve had a change in taste

Don’t wanna waste all those precious little moments

When you live large, time really flies


I don’t want to die like idols

Don’t give a fuck who laughs or cries

I just want my life modest

I want to leave something behind