Alone

I take time kicking it down the line

I don’t know where I’m going, where I’m going

I think twice (Think twice)

Before taking your advice

‘Cause I can see your ignorance is showing

You say, “Real estate is what you need

A little place beside the sea

If you don’t fall in line

Then you’re no son of mine”

So

I swing my shoulder through the thick of it

And face tomorrow alone

Because you own me and I’m sick of it

But you don’t own me no more

Where’ve we seen this before?

The age was gilded, cronuts weren’t to blame

Your world (Your world)

Is purely transactional

Why don’t you look around and think

Before you blurt out gems like

“Jewelry is what you want

A sterling piece that you can flaunt

If you don’t fall in line

Then you’re no son of mine”

So

I swing my shoulder through the thick of it

And face tomorrow alone

Because you own me and I’m sick of it

But you don’t own me no more

No more

No more

No more