Personal Lyrics

We were all wrong thinking good of ourselves

Looking for the tiniest scapegoats with our shotguns loaded

Moral compass in hand

We got our routine, we take what we can get

But I want to be more than the sum of my work again

I want to be useful

Now I'm stuck in traffic with bad opinions again

I know we'll live through this but I can't wait 'til you're dead

It's personal

Every new day we throw ourselves into the gears

It's personal

The revolutions we made in these basements together against all odds

It's something I didn't know when I was young

Is everyone gets a little apathetic sometimes

It's hard to explain how much I'm decaying, so I stick to the easy words

Most are four letters or less, and that's okay

I wonder why it is I make time to execute myself with this

Is there anyone around here to talk to to make plans for early retirement

I wonder why it is I make time to execute myself with this

Yeah, I wonder