And yet I stay...

You're right up there in the foreground
I'm tucked away here in the background

But you
You were playing games perhaps
You were playing brave perhaps
Who knows
I don't mean to be so rude
Just know I'm cunning as a fool

But

Don't let them sum you up
Don't let them tell you how you feel
They'll have you collecting dust
Kept on a shelf of irrelevance and unreal

And my name might not be painted on the city
But believe me there is beauty in the underground
And you better keep on running
In the wrong direction, I've been doing the same
Lately.

No I don't get this life much either
But here's their truth:

They think your pain is a work of art
I think your pain is needless hurt

So

Don't let them sum you up
Don't let them tell you how you feel
They'll have you collecting dust
Kept on a shelf of irrelevance and unreal

And an enigma
"Are you really my friend?"
Semi-automatic
Just what has that ever meant

You blackmail me with your words
Then hold me under and hope I drown

Don't let them sum you up
Don't let them tell you how you feel
They'll have you collecting dust
Kept on a shelf of irrelevance and unreal

Don't let them sum you up
Don't let them tell you how you feel
They'll have you collecting dust
Kept on a shelf of irrelevance and unreal