Loves, pals, bitter comment hussars1
Kitchen ladies with a hussar moustache and your dad, who never matures
Slightly frustrated subject teachers, stuff that psychologically hinders
They've got opinions (they've got opinions)
Too Italian to be Hungarian and too Hungarian to be Italian
And this one is talking too slow while another one is jabbering
And even is he tries to help it's more annoying than helpful
(There'll always be someone)
Who tells you
(There'll always be someone)
Who knows it well
That there'll always be someone, who knows it better than me
And nobody is humming it with me that
I'm the best version of myself
And the only thing I'll be remembered for
Is what I leave behind
Topsy-turvy, raggle-taggle men
Who've been yanked from left to right
Cracked up all over
Framed in reverence
Are telling me what's supposed to be good
(And there's always someone)
Who tells you
(There's always someone)
Who knows it well
That there'll always be someone, who knows it better than me
And nobody is humming it with me that
I'm the best version of myself
And the only thing I'll be remembered for
Is what I leave behind
I don't know what I am
Or what I want to be
So I'll be myself
I'll be myself and that's it
And then from time to time, I'll look back
At my short existence
And I'll proudly note that
(There was always someone)
Who told me
(There was always someone)
Who knew it well
That there'll always be someone, who knows it better than me
And nobody is humming it with me that
I'm the best version of myself
And the only thing I'll be remembered for
Is what I leave behind
I'm the best version of myself
And the only thing I'll be remembered for
1. Effectively "comment warriors" on the internet.
Hussars were a member of a class of light cavalry, originating in Central Europe during the 15th and 16th centuries.