Polished Shoes Don't Get You Far

Happy endings they might exsist, but I'd prefer mine.
Not so happy, as long as I always know the honest truth.
Spare me little white lies, because eventually they pile up.

Don't tell they all lived happily ever after, I'm gullible not dumb.
She doesn't always cry in joy, since after a while she felt numb.

I'm not looking for a prince charming, I'm not looking for the silver lining.
I'm not looking for the luxurious life, or fine dining.
I'm simply here, for the thrill of the ride.

I might have holes in my shoes, and you might have yours polished.
But I'd like to see in the end, which one of us comes out more modest.

I don't want no mercedes, I don't want any of that.
I'm not saying I could live a thug life, because I know I can't.
I'm perfectly average and I might not live happily ever after.

But I guess in the end, that's what I'm shooting for.
I'd rather not have that white picket fence,
Or the perfect little kids.

Don't tell me we all live happily ever after, I'm just not that dumb.
I'm not saying that she's always numb.
I just expect to know the truth,
Because it seems now a days we have a twisted youth.

I don't spend my days planning perfect weddings,
I don't see my self with million dollar spendings.
I don't need the floor of my house to be coated in gold.
I just need somewhere to stay until I'm too old.

I can almost assure you I'll be more modest,
Come on now baby, just be honest.
Your shoes are polished, your tie is straight
But in the end, we don't envy, we hate.

No silver lining, I'm not asking for it now.
I'm not asking for much, just help me out.
No picket fences, none of that shit.

Just give me the straight up truth,
So I can spend my youth.
With my head on my shoulders, and my feet on the ground.
I'm not asking for much now.