Seven hundred fifty nine days waiting for the rain to wash away a year that came around again and again

Breaking my neck and pounding the street, trying to break business and make ends that just won't meet

But the world closed up and kept us in, considering it in isolation, can we still win?

So we build little boxes out of shit to distract us from the nightmare of the American Dream

Ahh

Priced out of life

And left out to dry

With a chip on my shoulder

And a tear in my eye

Aye

There's shades of grey in everything and everyone

Nothin's as dark as the light makes it seem

So we beat back the black, with love in our hearts

Flames rekindled as we exit the maze

Ahh

Priced out of life

And left out to dry

With a chip on my shoulder

And a tear in my eye

Hanging off the friends

Who picked up the phone

Coming back from pieces

No longer alone

Aye