Fortunate Friends

Saw you leaving early when you showed up late

After a welcome so changed

To think of better days that put a smile on my face

I'd like to walk around inside your shoes

Between your sewing circle and the truth

Passing credentials through a status you've assumed

But I'd rather spend my time on my focus and peace of mind

Going out instead of sitting on the couch

You can't reinvent this right

I swear there's really more to life

But you're so stuck inside your head

It's a curse to where your days will end

Saw you leaving early when you showed up late

So changed

You're picking up the pace

Into a crusade of being fake

Do we base our judgment​ on what we're calling art?

A show of hands and some fortunate friends

To swear at the starving part

I'd like to walk around inside your shoes

Between the sewing circle and the truth

We all have nothing to lose

It's too bad I need something to prove

It's a crusade of being fake

It's a crusade of being fake

Inside your head

You can't reinvent this right

I swear there's more to life

But you're so stuck inside your head

A curse to where your days will end