you built it up brick by brick put your heart into this baseless myth nurtured it like a child and dressed its wounds when it ran wild you stopped to fix your face someone else stepped in and took your place now everything you once knew is running circles around you a car door slamming in your road it jolts you like a kick inside a year old message on your phone that catches you when you cant hide i see you in the service station sign i see you in the supermarket line i see you silhouetted on a wall but i dont see myself there at all this vessel of balsa wood is the fag end tail of amoeba hood the busying cast confer and get their taste of the drama you stare through mindless daytime shows and curse yourself for growing old the sterile scent of shaving foam reminds you of another world i see you in the roofless somber sky i see you when the lovers stop outside i see you silhouetted on a wall but i dont see myself there at all i see you in the sweetness of our child i see you in the supermarket aisle i see you when im kneeling on the floor but i cant see myself anymore  hard times got the upper hand stole our feeble plans the faces shot me spun me round but i wont lie down hard times shake me to the bone face bruised bloody nose shell shocked crawling on the ground still i wont lie down no i wont lie down no i wont lie down i wont lie down