Soapbox Sunday

Put it in the ground, exactly where it stands
No need for this to run on because we're nearly there

We're clocked out, next to nothing with no way to keep this running
I thought there was a reason playing this scene like an arcade

Racking up a score up on a glass screen while you're withering your worth away
Slipping up on words you used to say with ease now

Everybody knows that I know that she knows
Prancing around the room like a soapbox Sunday
Find a way back now, find a way back now
You got something we could use around

Last call for the B list actors
Running around with their television tongues
And paint by number smiles
Yet I've known this is how things go for a while now
I just can't see the good in it
You and me yeah our time is through
Picking up the pieces of old statues
Clear heads let some light through
Take on a new point of view

We're clocked out, next to nothing with no way to keep this running
I thought there was a reason, I thought there was a way

Everybody knows that I know that she knows
Prancing around the room like a soapbox Sunday
Find a way back now, find a way back now
You got something we could use around

Oh, it's old friends drawing battle lines over bad times
No one ever wins
It's new friends drawing battle lines over things they heard
Now its old friends drawing battle lines over bad times
No one ever wins
It's new friends drawing battle lines over things they heard
Oh, it never ends

And everybody knows that I know that she knows
Prancing around the room like a soapbox Sunday
Find a way back now, find a way back now
You got something we could use around



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Kessler, Ryan Conway, Timothy Waldron, Michael Silverglade
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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