XVI

Wrestling the days

Since the staff crept away,

Sorta sleeping awake

And just waiting, waiting

I’m just gonna wait

'Til they say it’s okay

To ring that bell again

You see, hook line and sinker

I’m in for the ride,

Got my eye on the prize

And I know if I show that

I’m willing to try to do it their way

I know what you’d say

You’d say: I threw the family

Under the bus as if I hoped

It would crush us, like I don’t care.

I do care, I swore and I swear,

I was thinking of you,

Always did and I do.

I just see things so different,

I just had to try

Like the market’s middle child,

We’re not winning or losing,

It’s such sweet denial

Up to the chin,

But if we just buy in

We could thrive in the gutters

And out on the towns

And we’re doubling down

‘Cause we’re dying of boredoom

There’s nothing to do

See, if you hate the man

The man hates you too

Don’t you think I have moments?

Sure, I’d love to take charge.

‘Cause we all see the farce,

But we don’t mention,

Mention the castle of cards.

And what’s there to say?

Let them eat cake?