Heart sick at the sight of the
Status Seeker
In a sense I'm not beyond reproach

the aspiration to drop a name
When any rose might smell the same
Maybe you'll figure it out someday

"I want to know you now...
You know I've always believed in you."


Nothing is sacred...
You draw the bottom line
with a dollar sign

Change of opinion...
At the drop of a dime
Graceless intrusion...

Are you sanctified in your
judgment of me?
All that I deserve is what you were

unable to see

In a garden where the seeds were

spilled
I favored the few that stood strong
in the sun

As I reached for the profit of my prize
I found I had trampled the forgotten
ones


Nothing is sacred...
You draw the bottom line

with a dollar sign
Change of opinion...
At the drop of a dime

Graceless intrusion...
Are you sanctified in your
judgment of me?

All that I deserve is what you were
unable to see


You're running in circles
And I'm turning away
You refused to believe

Now I'm turning away

Nothing is sacred...

You draw the bottom line
with a dollar sign
Change of opinion...

At the drop of a dime
Graceless intrusion...
Are you sanctified in your

judgment of me?
All that I deserve is what you were
unable to see


You're running in circles
And I'm turning away

You refused to believe
Now I'm turning away