Cold home
Ice and snow
Air conditioned
To the bone again
Can't speak
Feel no more
Can't even just
Walk out of the door
It's all expected of me
The same
It's all expected again
I spent the first years studying community
And the next few running from gig to gig
I know
I know!
I went from downtown local music fests
To the streets buskin' just to get some rent
I know
I know!
West Coast
Doesn't snow
But every door
It just stays closed
Feel the air I breathe
Think back to my first recordings
It's all expected of me
All the same
It's all expected again
I've run my whole life tryin' just to be the best
As if to repay some nonexistent debt
I know
I know!
I've wasted years creating artistry
Just to hear "oh man, he's so indie"
And that's okay
The songs remain