Nothing feels right,
But my fake smiles paint pictures like everythings fine.
Sheep like what theyre told,
So theyve got spindles spinning bad songs into gold.
And who decides whats wrong or right to like?
When the puzzle pieces twist,
And seem like they wont fit their match,
Ill be waiting, Ill be waiting.
All the best songs,
Whats so best about em?
I thought I was part of something more,
But more money, less substance more demand.
Ive heard great songs that no one understands.
You cant lay bricks on wet cement or build castles out of sand.
But who decides?
But when the puzzle pieces twist,
And seem like they wont fit their match,
Then I will try and try again,
And hope that someone understands.
Ill be waiting, Ill be waiting.
And they cant say they love you,
But it still wont change a thing,
cause the tides may turn tomorrow
And I wont be there to look.
I can say –
Ive got to say –
Dollar by dollar, your soul gets smaller,
Trending what we fought to make ours.
They dont care about,
They dont care.
Its a good thing bad trends fade away.
Its so much cooler in the shade.
They dont care about,
They dont care.
We give in nightly to our addiction.
A self-afflicted public crucifixion.
They dont care about,
They dont care.
Dollar by dollar, your soul gets smaller,
Trending what we fought to make ours.
They dont care about,
They dont care about us.
They dont care,
They never cared.