Back home for a second we shared a neat life.
A nice, cute apartment, we were satisfied.
I was the provider, we ate fancy beans.
I wanted to move here, pursue bigger dreams.

Remember the struggle at first when we moved?
My parents then gave us enough for the two.
We shook in the cold just to not pay for gas;
I studied and studied, you busted your ass.

Oh, how things have changed now, you got a good job,
now you can afford to be quite comfortable.
Don’t take this the wrong way, I’m not passing bills,
you’ve worked and developed a new set of skills.

I still owe my parents, I’m struggling a bit,
I try to invest in my training and dreams.
I know, I’m a diva, I’m used to nice things.
Sometimes I don’t want to get dirt on my skin.

I hate feeling angry, and jealous, and mad.
Sometimes I just wish I could go back in time.
There’s things that you have that I think should be mine:
Us going to Italy, Thailand, Japan…

Invest in your “romance”, have fun, yeah, fuck it!
Those things end as quickly as I take a shit.
I know, you don’t know this, you never were bold,
and now in your crisis you want to be young.

I was young, I still am, I did all those things.
Some lovers inspired me to even be thin!
I still have faith in you, you need to believe:
It’s not her pushing you, she’s not your new me.

It’s all deep inside you, you are your own force.
You don’t need this bitch to go out, see the world!
For now I’ll just step back, I have my own plan.
Enjoy your new fancy beans while you still can.