Myth

You built it up brick by brick

Put your heart into this baseless myth

Nurtured it like a child

And dressed its wounds when it ran wild

You stopped to fix your face

Someone else stepped in and took your place

Now everything you once knew

Is running circles around you

A car door slamming in your road

It jolts you like a kick inside

A year old message on your phone

That catches you when you can't hide

I see you in the service station sign

I see you in the supermarket line

I see you silhouetted on a wall

But I don't see myself there at all

This vessel of Balsa wood

Is the fag end tail of the  neighborhood

The busying cast confer

And get their taste of the drama

You stare through mindless daytime shows

Then curse yourself for growing old

The sterile scent of shaving foam

Reminds you of another world

I see you in the roofless sombre sky

I see you when the lovers stop outside

I see you silhouetted on a wall

But I don't see myself there at all

I see you in the sweetness of our child

I see you in the supermarket aisle

I see you when I'm kneeling on the floor

And I can't see myself anymore

Hard times got the upper hand

Stole our feeble plans

Your faces shot me, spin me around

But I won't lie down

Hard times shake me to the bone

Face bruised, bloody nose

Shell shocked, crawling on the ground

Still I won't lie down

No, I won't lie down

No, I won't lie down

I won't lie down