Blow Me Down

Pick up yr feet off of the ground Dust off yr pride, f*ck yr frown I haven't yet decided if you're just a clown But I try and I try and you just let me down This is a song about walking down a hallway You never reach the end; it goes on for always It's lined with art of all of your follies To remind you of your permanent pure melancholy Fates conspire to blow me down I can't take the guilt so I wear a martyr's crown All these hypocrisies holding me down Hush, hush, don't make a sound Pick up your tools, we got a job to do It's called towing the line and that's what we do We don't have a lot of shared true But I learned everything, I learned it from you Do what you're told and you don't get hurt I forgot all the words lying in the dirt Something something about meaningful things And the aching loneliness of the songs we sings Fates conspire to blow me down I can't take the guilt so I wear a martyr's crown All these hypocrisies holding me down Hush, hush don't make a sound Fates conspire to blow me down I can't take the guilt so I wear a martyr's crown All these hypocrisies holding me down Hush, hush don't make a sound