Lyrics Measure Up - Transit22

They might think it's not worth that much
But they don't know how we measure up
I don't own the place I call home
But I'm still free, this life's all my own
I bite my tongue in the street
And then I scream in my sleep
I bite my tongue in the street
And then I scream in my sleep
All these opinions I keep
The only thing I can keep
Oh what a shame

Don't you feel disposable?
Without a boat to pull
Their table aged oak
Your table foldable
Hold the phone
Your favourite team owned by Vodafone
Pepsi ad soda shown
Favourite scene of home alone
It's overblown
We bark loud they might throw a bone
But spend it all on booze and drugs
Credit won't let us own a home
Student loans
They sell hope with no proven goal
And when we finally take a shot
They go ahead and move the poles
No cologne, I smell of gas and the open road
Fake smile broken bone
Real ones know the tone
Now you know
How you fall apart is how you grow
And every loss you ever take
Can teach you something valuable
Malleable, no we don't bend for the valley folk
I got all I ever need right here on my patio
And they don't think it's worth that much well we don't hold value in gold

They might think it's not worth that much
But they don't know how we measure up
I don't own the place I call home
But I'm still free, this life's all my own
I bite my tongue in the street
And then I scream in my sleep
I bite my tongue in the street
And then I scream in my sleep
All these opinions I keep
The only thing I can keep
Oh what a shame

Does it feel like enough time?
Before the decline
We were daft as birds & rodents in these confines
The set us up nice and pretty on the front line
Knowing that we'll die first at least they we'll have fun trying
I set up camp underneath the fleeting sunshine
If we're going down then fuck it I'm gunna unwind
I used to only write from the state of drunk mind
Now I'm clear as day with shit to say and so I must climb
I came up from the bottom of a pit
With my tooth clenched onto the bottom of my lip
Bottomed out but the bottom line is this
No we never sold out still they bought em what a gift
Where I live snow in autumn just exist
So I'm used to falling early and then rotting with the pits
I'd rather stick to my roots, then be low hanging fruit
Let me call it what it is

They might think it's not worth that much
But they don't know how we measure up
I don't own the place I call home
But I'm still free, this life's all my own
I bite my tongue in the street
And then I scream in my sleep
I bite my tongue in the street
And then I scream in my sleep
All these opinions I keep
The only thing I can keep
Oh what a shame