Nothing Special Will Sheff

It's once upon a time
I rode with a friend of mine
Side by side on the conquerors’ route
We were set in our designs
We were wasted on white wine
And our fine satin jackets hung loose

We triumphed and we lost
But we knew, at any cost
There was treasure we’d claw our way to
And we’d know it by the gleam
We had seen inside some dream
That was beamеd through our boyhood bedrooms
When we wеre nothing special

In time I’ll see my queen
Gray-eyed, emblazoned jeans
And a raven riding boot
I call her from the moon
With my thousand-dollar tune
But, in airlessness, my words diffuse

My friend, he failed and fought
In a pattern he was caught
And his family, they could not break through
And his lover stood aside–
From the other room she cried
She was shivering inside her swimsuit
Was she nothing special?