Does it fit hey that crowd that you wear?
As the billboards declare these are times of ending, times of ending
But you’ve seen better days, teeth rotting through your cubehead
And shiver, shiver
See I’m coming round, round now to the life
I used to envy your way of always being right
Fitting in now that flair you desire
As the stories sprout from the fields, beacons of progress, endless progress
But you’ve always been one to pick at the scab until it gets better
Does it ever get better?
See them coming round, round now to the life
The sugar on your tongue, with the necessary lies
All together now, round into the light
And I know I’ve tried now there’s no joy in being right
It’s human I suppose, it’s human
