Leftovers from Broadcast by Patrick Cutter

Everything's golden
And I feel emboldened
To safely say
That I got my way

And it makes me want to hate you
You spend your time with those two
And everyone you knew
From ten feet away

Walking then standing
So languish on the landing
Hum yourself a frequent tune
'Cause happiness is destitute

Too tight of a circle
Missed opportunities
My sympathies go out to you
Who couldn't see
I was never liked
But I was known

Permanent marker
The world is getting darker
Surrounded by dismay, to them I say
You'd be excommunicated
If I still had legitimacy
When I was something more than me
Back in the bold years

Those were the old years

• Rock
• Rockville