[Intro] Cadillac Steel. [Instrumental Break] [Instrumental Break] [Instrumental] Hold the line. Hold the line. STILL NOT MINE! [Verse 1] Crows in the gravel pickin’ busted-up seeds, Peckin’ at promises nobody fuckin’ needs. Scratchin’ at the soil like the soil might bleed, Like there’s somethin’ buried there worth their greed. But the ground stays hard and the whole field’s dead, Every grain they find just dust instead. Black wings circlin’ slow overhead, Lookin’ for life where the life already fled. And I feel like that bird on the goddamn ground, Clawin’ through the noise for a different sound. Every damn day just the same loop round— Waitin’ on a change that ain’t comin’ around. Kick rocks, spit dust, stare at the sky, Same damn question, same old why. Dig through the dirt till the daylight dies, Still nothin’ but echoes in reply. [Pre-Chorus] I keep tellin’ myself, “Just hold the line.” But every day that passes Proves you ain’t mine. [Chorus] Yeah— The crows peck broken seeds again and again and again, Lookin’ for somethin’ that ain’t ever really been. I’m still standin’ in the same damn hurt again and again, Waitin’ on a world that don’t care. Every night the same disease— Wantin’ you where I can’t quite reach. Crows keep peckin’ those same broken seeds… Guess we’re all just lookin’ for some fuckin’ peace. [Verse 2] Clock on the wall like a hammer in my brain, Tick-tick-tick like a rusted-up chain. Every damn second just sings the same refrain— “You ain’t with her and that won’t change.” Streetlight buzz and the room feels tight, Mind runnin’ laps every single fuckin’ night. Try to breathe but the breath ain’t right, Like my chest forgot how to breathe tonight. And you’re somewhere out there livin’ your day, Laughin’ in rooms I can’t walk in anyway. Whole lotta words that I never could say— They just rot in my throat and decay. Hands on the table, head in the grind, Every thought just chewin’ my mind. Everybody sayin’ “Give it some time,” But time just proves you’re still not mine. [Pre-Chorus] Everybody says “Just give it time.” But time’s just proof You’re still not mine. [Pre-Chorus] I keep tellin’ myself, “Just hold the line.” But every day that passes Proves you ain’t mine. [Chorus] Yeah— The crows peck broken seeds again and again and again, Lookin’ for somethin’ that ain’t ever really been. I’m still standin’ in the same damn hurt again and again, Waitin’ on a world that don’t care. Every night the same disease— Wantin’ you where I can’t quite reach. Crows keep peckin’ those same broken seeds… Guess we’re all just lookin’ for some fuckin’ peace. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] Maybe them birds know more than I do, Maybe they’re stubborn enough to push through. Maybe hope’s just a habit we use When the truth’s too sharp for the ribs to chew. But I still look up when the wings pass by, Still watch that black shape cut the sky. Still ask the dark the same old why— Why some hearts never get to try. Still stand here stuck in the middle of it, Same damn ache and a little bit of grit. Crows keep diggin’ in the dirt for a bit, Guess I’m doin’ the same damn shit.
