You live in East Providence
And the girls don’t want you
They say it’s for a lot of reasons
But it’s none of those reasons
It’s because you live in East Providence
One day you get a letter saying
You have to leave
And you think—Finally, I can go!
So you leave East Providence
And the minute you’re over the city line
It’s like constant feminine attention
Twenty-four seven, okay?
It’s insane
Then five years later
You get another letter
Saying you can go back
To East Providence
You’ve been living in Nashville
Because, why not?
Girls in tight jeans
With cowboy hats on?
Hell yeah, sign me up
So you’re in Nashville thinking—
‘No way am I going back to East Providence’
But then…
Something happens
You stop getting looks from girls
You stop getting phone numbers
You stop getting poked on Facebook
Your magic, your pull, your magnetism
It’s gone
East Providence found you
It found you
And it came
To take you home
Now, I know that sounds crazy
But I felt it
I opened up that envelope
With that second letter in it
And I instantly I felt that power in me
Just slip away
So…
I went home
I mean, as long as girls aren’t into me
They might as well not be into me
Somewhere I’m familiar with
Where who I am gets me somewhere, you know?
Even if who I am
Isn’t somebody
Who works as, like
An actual person
You can’t get away from it
Where you’re from
I mean, you really can’t
I’m not speaking philosophically
I mean, realistically—like, physically
It will get to you
It might take a few years
But it’ll find you
And when it does
You’ll come out as the person you were
Back when you weren’t shit
Back when you were nothing
And nobody cared about…
It finds you, you know?
It lets you have a little vacation from who you are
And then it yanks you back
Like a bungee cord
Whoosh
So I’m back
Back to being me
It’s something I know at least
Makes you feel like…
Like this was always what was going to happen, you know?
Yeah there was no other way
It could be
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