i remember laying down it was 1983 under the tree while listening to london calling or something like that twenty three years later i m here at a meeting trying to impress someone at a dying record company but i got nothing to prove and in walks in this sullen girl who looks like she s nineteen or wants to be her hair dyed black and her biker boots well i did that look so many years ago she looks at me like i m some square or i m her mother well fuck you kid i ve got nothing to prove nothing to prove nothing to prove once i was as miserable as you nothing to prove nothing to prove i got nothing to prove here i am in los angeles i came here two years ago and everyone s young and beautiful and their skin s so smooth and everyone s in the industry and i hate when they use that word and when they say they re in the industry i say oh are you in steel well i got nothing to prove nothing to prove nothing to prove once i was as miserable as you nothing to prove nothing to prove i got nothing to prove later that week i saw that same girl shopping at the trader joe s she was with a big bomb blonde and i wondered if it was her girlfriend and to my surprise she ran up to me and smiled and said i loved our meeting well i was wrong about her but usually i m right well i ve got nothing to prove nothing to prove nothing to prove once i was as miserable as you nothing to prove nothing to prove i got nothing to prove