Into It. Over It. - Standards

Who You Are Does Not Equal Where You Are

Made a note of everything you did and said
Then I hung my goddamn head
Sorry, we all said this was a bad idea
Less intent for more temper
A poor excuse to leave your old New York home
For the Midwest glow
But you are not the form
You aren't where your head rests
The truth is, no personal touch
Made it all too much

So low
So you left here all alone
Oh, they called you solo
So you left here all alone
It's all your fault

Made a list of everything you did and said
Then I smy head
Reduced to fit the form
You weren't where his head rests
But while we moved on to figure you out
You just ran your mouth

So low
So you left here all alone
Only called you solo
So you left here all told
All alone
It's all your fault

So low
So you left here all alone
Only called you solo
So you left here, oh no
So low

Sorry, we all knew this was a bad idea

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Writer(s): Evan Thomas Weiss, Joshua David Sparks
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