Concede

Concede
I was feeling old today
I know there comes a point
When there's nothing left to say
Lately everything sounds the same
The things I hate in this fucking world
Haven't gone away

Tomorrow, if I haven't lost my mind
I'll beg and borrow all the words I can't define
Today I woke up and I had nothing to say
24th and Castro on any Saturday
It's hard to live with yourself
When all the power seems to belong to someone else
It's pretty easy to concede
When everything around you
Seems just like all the proof you need
Tomorrow, I'll try to change my mind,
I'll beg and borrow all the words I can't define
Today I woke up and I had nothing to say
24th and Mission on any Saturday
I'd like to say we'll work it out
But every single issue seems to have an equal set of doubts
When our souls were alive
And thought only of pleasure
When we heaved soundless sighs
Free of pride