Sacred

Please don't shut down

Though it'd be easy to

But I can't say how

I've nothing for you

'Cause I'm in the dark too

With hardly a spark to

Light up the last of what I've to offer

I am not loud

I've grown accustomed to keeping my voice down

When I can't trust the people around

Rolling their eyes

Acting surprised

When they've known all along they were lying

It doesn't seem fair

How could I not care

When it's clear that nothing is proper, or sacred

Or precious, or made to last long?

Don't count me out

Though you might want to

But even your clout

It's gonna haunt you

When your friends have grown old

And your lover's grown cold

And the next thing you know, you are dying

It doesn't seem fair

How could I not care

When it's clear that nothing is proper, or sacred

Or precious, or made to last long?

So why should I care

If it isn't fair

And it's clear that nothing is proper?

It doesn't seem fair

How could I not care

When it's clear that nothing is proper, or sacred

Or precious, or made to last long?