I don’t know why, I just feel I’m better off.
The burning is so low, it’s concerning,‘Cause they know that when it goes outIt’s a glorious gone.
I’m tired of tending to this fire.
In time, i will leave the city,For now, i will stay alive.
And since we know that dreams are dead,And life turns plans up on their head,I will plan to be a bum,So I just might become someone.
«I’d live for you,» and that’s hard to doEven harder to say when you know it’s not true.