Gatherers
And Now Everyone Sings The Blues
Fuck the lies you told
You're the best in your mother's eyes
I hope it takes you every breath just to stay alive
So you don't talk anymore
You wish you had it rough day to day?
Your father's check served on a silver plate
You're writing songs that your idols sing
I don't owe you that
And if I ever get what I deserve
No amount of gold will replace what I've endured
(I'm not tooting my horn)
It's so sad to see the one you love when all you're doing is struggling
I've been told times like these build you up
And break you into who you want to be
Am I chasing myself or safety?
It's about remembering who you are
Or who you want to be;
Staying true to you
You Fuck, I sing the blues too
Now we all sing the blues
Fuck you, I sing the blues too