Wikipedia Brown
When my mind is in the gutter, or my heart's in outer space
There's somewhere I return to, yes, I'm sure you know the place
So sacred, it knows everything, if it's worth knowing at all
It is written, who cares if it's true or false
And if I thought my trials were notable, and I wouldn't be the first
Though they frown on self-reportage and original research
I'd break the code, I'd let them know, I'd put my stories down
And you'd know me as Wikipedia Brown
From every soaring romance down to every futile crush
If it taught me well, or brought me hell, I'd let you know as much
Tricia Keane, Amina Bean, your articles are stubs
But that don't mean you're not being thought of
The Wikipedia of my love life
It might not be suitable for young eyes
While I'm sure a simple journal would have sufficed
This way, I can scrub the details, I can always rewrite
Plus everything's linked, just like in real life
Well, now and then I'll stumble on something I didn't know
Like how Weird Al lost his parents, found poisoned in their home
But mostly I just read about the things I've read before
Figure I'd rather know better than know more
And if I ever had to prove my love, we could simply look it up
Your entry there, under current affairs, Sarah Rice, Pudding Cup
And content may change rapidly, as with all recent events
But if you check back, you can find out how it went
But as for my biography, I hope history will be kind
'Cuz if I leave tomorrow, Claire, I won't leave much behind
Besides the scores of uncut songs, I'll not judge what they're worth
There's no doubt that our love was my life's work
The Wikipedia of my love life
Well, it may never see a ray of sunlight
But if your name comes up, don't act so surprised
We're bound to record, and we're doomed to reflect
What else do you do with all you can't forget
From every soaring romance down to every futile crush
If it mocked my grace, or rocked my face, I'd credit it as such
Julie hon, oh, Amy Gun, your articles are stubs
But that don't mean you're not being thought of
There's somewhere I return to, yes, I'm sure you know the place
So sacred, it knows everything, if it's worth knowing at all
It is written, who cares if it's true or false
And if I thought my trials were notable, and I wouldn't be the first
Though they frown on self-reportage and original research
I'd break the code, I'd let them know, I'd put my stories down
And you'd know me as Wikipedia Brown
From every soaring romance down to every futile crush
If it taught me well, or brought me hell, I'd let you know as much
Tricia Keane, Amina Bean, your articles are stubs
But that don't mean you're not being thought of
The Wikipedia of my love life
It might not be suitable for young eyes
While I'm sure a simple journal would have sufficed
This way, I can scrub the details, I can always rewrite
Plus everything's linked, just like in real life
Well, now and then I'll stumble on something I didn't know
Like how Weird Al lost his parents, found poisoned in their home
But mostly I just read about the things I've read before
Figure I'd rather know better than know more
And if I ever had to prove my love, we could simply look it up
Your entry there, under current affairs, Sarah Rice, Pudding Cup
And content may change rapidly, as with all recent events
But if you check back, you can find out how it went
But as for my biography, I hope history will be kind
'Cuz if I leave tomorrow, Claire, I won't leave much behind
Besides the scores of uncut songs, I'll not judge what they're worth
There's no doubt that our love was my life's work
The Wikipedia of my love life
Well, it may never see a ray of sunlight
But if your name comes up, don't act so surprised
We're bound to record, and we're doomed to reflect
What else do you do with all you can't forget
From every soaring romance down to every futile crush
If it mocked my grace, or rocked my face, I'd credit it as such
Julie hon, oh, Amy Gun, your articles are stubs
But that don't mean you're not being thought of
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