Underground
by Steven Clotzman

People like to speak of dreams
as if they’re ever what they seem
then put on you for what they mean
So when my choices became few,
and faced with nothing else to do
I took my own heart and broke it in two

Now I put it on the shelf, start drinking to my health
There’s nothing they can do to me I can’t do to myself
Who needs it anyhow? You just take a graceful bow
It’s just a stone’s throw, a stone’s throw underground

They say it’s wrong to try and hide
the doubts that only live inside
well, that seems pretty fair until someone cries
And if it cuts me to the bone
I can make it all my own
And keep it beneath this pile of stones

Oh, the things that are said and what gets done instead
Like all we ask of others, it just fucks with our heads
Who needs it anyhow, if I just stay in the now
It’s just a stone’s throw, a stone’s throw underground

They tell me what to be and believe the things I see
But no one will accept it when they come looking for me
Who needs it anyhow? It only brings you down
And I’m just a stone’s throw, just a stone’s throw under

I going to put it on the shelf, and start drinking to my health
There’s nothing they can do to me I can’t do to myself
Who needs it anyhow? I just take a graceful bow
And I’m just a stone’s throw, a stone’s throw underground


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