Where crybabies cry

In the united states

Bright white on both sides

Like a plate

Nobody listens

Nobody should

It'd be a waste of attention



Not enough money

To buy a PC

So I come in this weekend

Asleep on my feet

And if I forget you

Ill have nobody left to forget

I guess thats what assholes get



Traded my day light

For a career



But I need you to disprove

My theory of the crows



Pouring my fingers across the keys

Will someone review my salary please?

Im selling my time to the man who sells style

That time should be mine to waste on you



Ill suck off investors

Ill suck off VCs



Im losing my posture from time on my knees

They treat me so well

Cause I'll do anything

Its in my nature of service



But ill need you to disprove

My theory of the crows



Kids of the wealthy are raised by the poor

You send daughters to los angelos and new york

I need mine to see me 

When I wake up

I need mine to know

That im what they come to



When they come home