I don't know
what is or is not my responsibility anymore.
I don't know
what the fuck it is I keep fighting for.

I don't know
why every effort ends up on the cutting room floor.

I don't know
what the fuck it is I keep fighting for.

Seeds In Rocky Soil

Media made it easy
to find and follow
You.
Your babies and white picket fences-
You're not the man I knew.
Guess you grew.

Hm.

Or did you?

Tell me, dear, are you still drinking?
Random coke use still your thing?
A bottle a night - red over white

No matter

'cuz there she is, wearing your ring.

Tell me, dear, you still play music?
In need of the constant applause?
Making movies and marrying models
all masks just to cover your flaws...

No matter

On music, and movies, and models
I've long-since hit pause.

See I'm not big on babies and fences
And I'm glad that you're in my rear view.
So if we collide in the future
you're not the man I once knew...

Maybe you grew.