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The kids are crazy, day by day.
Seems the city fades away.
Never really knew, never really cared.
Never asked when, never wondered where.
Pine away for your golden days,
They never happened anyway.
But what’s there to say?

I stand my ground, but I can’t fight.
I kick and scream, but I don’t bite.
It’s like I’m toothless.

So someone tell me how to measure
The merits of your options, whether,
You choose to fight, or you choose to talk.
You try to run, or you only walk.
To yourself you mutter “never,”
Try to pretend it’s not forever.
But what’s there to say?

What’s there to say,
That you’ve never heard before?
Subtle hints of silence stir
In every stumbling word.
What’s there to say,
That’s not been said by someone else?
Should I pretend that I’m not talking to myself?

I stand my ground, but I can’t fight.
I kick and scream, but I don’t bite.
It’s like I’m toothless.
You pull at strings, but you’ve no stance.
I stand and swing, but I’ve no chance.
‘Cuz you’re ruthless.

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from Deer In The Headlights, released February 2, 2018

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