John Mosby Hollow Drive Wild Pink

You're just like everybody else
When you get your pitch you're great
You're still waiting to be saved;
For everything to turn around

But you can't have your interesting thoughts
When you can't breath the air
Fate blessed you; show your thanks
With platitudes on tote bags

I'm the one from Pimento parkway
I don't care for your du jour shit
I'm moving through time and space
And it feels like a lifetime

Though I treat it like a footrace--
Just hoping that it's not as late as I think--
I don't really know anything
And more and more it's clear to me
I try my best to take it in stride
Every day I struggle with myself

Did you try and hide all your best parts?
All the things that made you sweet?
And then you envy who you used to be
You take it so seriously