Someone told me as a kid
That I'd be special too
That's not true
That's not true
I had dreams of coteries
And nights without concern
That unfurled
The whole plan unfurled
I went to the readings with
The literati folk
Oh who cares
They weren't that cool
I lost so much sleep some nights
With Keats' and Shelley's ghosts
I lost so much sleep some nights
With Keats' and Shelley's ghosts
I lost so much
I lost so much
I lost so much
I lost so much
Back home in Baltimore
I lost it all
No passion