Grogan Social Scene Old Crows
[verse: thomas]
Come, gather round
My dearly departed
You're living your lives
Without getting started
Getting outsmarted
By imaginary lines
That you'll never crossed
With your legs tied
And all of the people
Alone on the inside
Whose hearts were deceitful
As happiness denied
In the tops of the steeples
All the old crows
Just sat back
In their nests and hide
Sixty-five watts
Of halogen lights
Shine on the back
Of my neck while i write
These thinly veiled phrases
Of love and the life
Where we've all gone
Through phases
Of fight or flight
Simple observations
The rate we're decaying
Is faster right now
Than ever before in the nation
I hear what you're saying
But it doesn't add up
And too much contemplating over floweth thy cup
Bad habits die hard
Or hardly die at all
As you took the fast track
Hit a brick wall
Some stumble
Some fall
Some never get back
But we've all crawled to start
One of these days
You'll see me
Who i really am