I Used to Be Small

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, I used to be small