I wake up
Covered in seeds
When the song ends I will laugh nervously
I, I used to be small
I used to be small
But I could pace a hole through the floor
I've got a bad feeling about the world
You're cultured and cursed
With dated ideas about what it means to have American dreams
You're hanging onto a world
That already moved on
Yes I am embarrassed to be here
I wonder if the next mass shooting will be near
If God tells me to keep the flock safe
I'll keep a gun loaded with the safety off
Just in case
I, I used to be small
I used to be small