I'm Not Looking Back

I met your parents at their house in the country
But I had to leave because
I don't think racist jokes are all that funny
I guess your family does

Why do people who have so much money
Think that kind of crap is funny?
I'm doing fine since I returned to the city
And I'm not looking back

We only met because one night you went slumming
In my neighborhood
If I had known the heartache that was coming
Then I would have run for good

But then I would have loved one less neurotic
One less borderline psychotic
I'm lying low until it all blows over
And I'm not looking back

I'm not looking anywhere but straight ahead
I'm not reminiscing about the things we said
Oh no, instead
I'm trying to forget
The last four months and fourteen days
I'll try to make them go away

F. Scott Fitzgerald said the rich are different
F. knew a thing or two
When people talk to you, you just don't listen
You do what you want to do

So I decided that it's too much trouble
Go back to your gilded bubble
I'm going to drive until today is tomorrow
And I'm not looking back

I'm going to drive until today is tomorrow
And I'm not looking back
I'm not looking back
I'm not looking back

I'm not looking back