I wrote this for you You don’t ever listen, Got a hundred things to do, Yeah, real ambitious. You run off to Starbucks, Drop your bag of walnuts, Now you’re stuck in that chair, Little squirrel, dead stare. I try to talk You cut the line, Mid-sentence, Every time. They give you just enough to stay, String you out, then look away, Is that really what you want? Or just easier to obey? Weekend hits, I call your phone, Three short rings Then dead tone. Check your name Offline again, Same old ghost You’re living in. Wanna live your life that way? Play pretend, but never play. Don’t get weird, I still believe You’re still someone… Just buried deep.
