[Intro - quiet, bitter, almost spoken] Yeah… They gave us crumbs then taught us to fight over who got more. [Verse 1 - tired, conversational] My neighbor got a little ahead Now I’m mad like he stole from me He bought a used car, I bought bad news Same old street, same broken dream TV says blame the ones crossing over Phone says hate who don’t think like you Somebody poor gets pointed at first While the rich walk out with the room [Pre-Chorus - slow build] They keep the table high We keep reaching from the floor Mad at the hand beside us Not the hand that took more [Chorus - big, rough, singable] Crumbs on the floor That’s what we’re fighting for You got a little, I got less Now we’re both keeping score Crumbs on the floor While they lock every door They taught us to hate The ones reaching for the same rope [Verse 2 - more personal, human flow] I see happy people online And I know half of it’s fake Still it gets under my skin sometimes Like I’m losing some made-up race Some guy says he made it by working hard Maybe he did, I don’t know But I’ve been working till my body feels borrowed And I’ve still got nothing to show And that’s the trick Yeah, that’s the game Make me look sideways So I never look up [Pre-Chorus - more anger] They keep the table high We keep bleeding from the floor Mad at the hand beside us Not the hand that took more [Chorus - heavier, cracked voice] Crumbs on the floor That’s what we’re fighting for You got a little, I got less Now we’re both keeping score Crumbs on the floor While they lock every door They taught us to hate The ones reaching for the same rope [Bridge - quiet, sad, honest] I don’t want your house I don’t want your name I don’t want your small escape Or your one good day I just want to stop feeling Like somebody else’s win Means I must be failing Again and again And I hate that thought I really do But envy talks soft When life feels used [Breakdown - heavy, shouted, imperfect] Blame him Blame her Blame them Don’t blame the owner Blame left Blame right Blame the broke man Trying to survive Keep us tired Keep us sore Keep us counting Crumbs on the floor [Final Chorus - emotional, big] Crumbs on the floor That’s what we’re fighting for You got a little, I got less Now we’re both keeping score Crumbs on the floor While they lock every door They taught us to hate The ones reaching for the same rope Crumbs on the floor God, I’m tired of this war You ain’t my enemy You’re just hurting like me [Outro - fading, worn out] They gave us crumbs… And we called it a meal. They gave us enemies… So we wouldn’t see them steal.
