State Lines Garages
There's a boy with all his eggs in a basket, woven tight
If there's an "us" it's sure to end tonight
It's just the way you say such words with conviction
Yet escape my animosity or focused hate
I guess that's my demise
I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in this garage
I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in these garages
All I wanted was to be known, to have a status to call my own
All I wanted was to leave a mark
Did I become your laughingstock?
I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in this garage
I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in these garages
