FIGHT EVERYTHING

I hate this city I hate who comes and goes So postured and pretty I hate myself more For everyday I wake Comfortably petty Is that just how it goes? I woke into a fistfight With some Chardonnay chaperone Who was shooting his mouth off He dropped me gutterwise As I swung and sold my stride The good deserve nothing But that's just how it goes Still I look for order On the borders of the fringe Like finding hope in windshield glass On a freeway median I care too much to lie But I'm only honest when I sing Fight everything I hate this city I hate who comes and goes I hate myself more For every day I wake