self-descriptive.

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There are the pawns, there are the rooks
sometimes it feels like this whole town's filled with crooks
there a bunch of songs I wrote halfway
here's some romance year and a half delayed
There are some cups of coffee
empty
around my room
this is the last time I'm telling you

God knows you're making things tough for me
God knows you're more than five years old
you're a grown up girl and it's growing old
you better bag gold or head straight home
cuz if you don't, by the end, you'll find me sold

I'm living the life of a city-boy
slow down, honey, you don't know what you're in for
this ain't no peaches and cream
this ain't no American dream
This is the farthest thing from the truth
I swear this has nothing to do with you
I don't ever plan to retire
I don't write to sing to the choir

I swear, this has nothing to do with you.