idle worship

It's not important I'd rather not fixate upon My mismatched shoes and uncut lawn You told me that you hate yourself Enough to think for someone else You've found a fortune I'll sit pretty singing garden song 'Til crows wake back up in the morn This city's a conveyor belt It sucks you up and spits you out You run circles round my room I can't seem to bother you And when you leave I can't believe You stayed around You're never chosen With all you get it's not enough Yet you still haven't ditched the habit I tell you that I'm getting there And still you don't move anywhere You run circles round my room I can't seem to bother you And when you leave I can't believe You stayed around