Patchwork - Bobby Lyrics

Bobby was 14, his parents died when he was young
He lives with his aunt and uncle on their farm
Now Bobby's 16, it seems he's found himself a girl
Met her in maths, her name is Jessica

Jessica's 16, her parents are loaded to the core
Spends her summer days in a house in Florence
And Bobby's not rich, he's not akinned to her lifestyle
He spends his summer days looking after the barn

She plays the world like her own personal flute
He's been played by the world and there's not much he can do

A mix of suits
A remake of Romeo and Juliet
Capulets and Montagues alike
Divisions of class
Function as border between the two
The princess and the pauper, de nos jours

She plays the world like her own personal flute
He's been played by the world and there's not much he can do

Because the cards they were dealt were from two different desks
One table up in Vegas, the other a wooden desk
Maybe in another world, where the planets were aligned
And Bobby wasn't cast out of Eden, before Eden met humankind