Fortunes

Have another cigarette, you’re gonna make it through
Happy little fairy tales that get the best of you
You know the little games this city plays its tricks on you
Find some local hipsters with a trust fund by the sea
Row your boat to meet them in a white T-shirt and jeans
This island’s got opinions and the bar is never free
But babe I got a remedy, a simple song with one meaning
You’re worth a fortune