Saying Hi to Some Old Ghosts

21 years. Washed up.

Be my American steam
Be my Jean Seberg
And my new French queen
Be my breathless scream
Be what I look for in everything

So when the smoke clears, here I am
Your reject All-American
Sucking up to your social sect
Making you a nervous wreck
To hell and back and hell again, I’ve gone

You’re not my type