You were born in a crowded room With nothing left to lose except yourself Your brother said, "Take a seat right next to me And hold your head as high as you can" You grew up not quite exactly how you wanted But in the end you know it's okay Face the facts, you're facing up against a blank screen And you're caffeinated poorly So stop for a second and wonder why you tried in the first place Why you tried at all It's clear to me Always been hazy for you "What a shame," your brother said His fingers crossed behind his back They're getting white from making fists into the night My feet are getting soft in the grass Grab onto anything Shake the barrel clean