Route 9 After 9

Maine is a map I now look at
No longer the place I place my doormat
Its lakes in my veins as we carried in pain
Everything I own for U-Haul's claim
Then drive through my old town
Thinking of how some street signs
Are young kids' gravestones
And that's the most amusing part of life
Inside this white, right neighborhood
So I'll write another song
But what if they don't care?
No one cares?
Is my sadness valid?
Do I even exist?
Concentration rarely landing
On what matters
I'm too high for two shits to give away at will
So I'll pick a hill to die on
In some online scrum
In vain, of course, because no battle's won
Against those who have no interest in the outcome
All because, "It ain't me
It ain't me
So I don't care
I don't care"
So some faint neighboring star
Will supersede us as the bluest dot
To a far away people
Our heads couldn't make a spot for
But what if we care?



Credits
Writer(s): Dana Yurcisin
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