Wild Pink John Mosby Hollow Drive
You're just like everybody else
When you get your pitch you're great
You're still waiting to be saved;
For everything to turn around
But you can't have your interesting thoughts
When you can't breath the air
Fate blessed you; show your thanks
With platitudes on tote bags
I'm the one from Pimento parkway
I don't care for your du jour shit
I'm moving through time and space
And it feels like a lifetime
Though I treat it like a footrace--
Just hoping that it's not as late as I think--
I don't really know anything
And more and more it's clear to me
I try my best to take it in stride
Every day I struggle with myself
Did you try and hide all your best parts?
All the things that made you sweet?
And then you envy who you used to be
You take it so seriously
It's like getting lightheaded around
Antiques and ancient trees
Back when I was in love with misery
My desperate mantra changed and I just stayed the same
I don't really know anything
And more and more it's clear to me
So you don't have to say you love me back
It's enough when you hear me out
'Cause you'll exhaust yourself somehow
You'll climb the back of the big slide
You'll take a second and look around
Then make some room for the next in line
We sacrifice so much
Making room to indulge
Knowing it'll never satisfy
Disappointed, but still buying
Then bounce around like a pinball
Back the other way; you took it too far
Desperate for some real truth
Still hoping despite it all
