When it Won't Save You - Conditions

The way that I feel, and what’s supposed to be real strongly disagree

There is one thing I keep in front of me

Cause cash won’t save, cars won’t transcend the grave

I call everyone I know the only things of value I could ever own

It worries my mind knowing days of my life slowly disappear

Is there something that I should be doing here with my time?

Should I fall in line?

I can’t chase the American Dream

Trading life for money never made much sense to me

And some may say that I’m already gone but I say, «Hey, if I’m wrong it all for

living this way?

I’m alright being wrong»

And I say, «Hey, as I slowly let possession slip away I feel I belong

I’m alright being wrong»

I try and I try to find appeal in 9 to 5, but I never win

Stuck in days that don’t seem to begin

The answer I find to the question in mind

King of diamonds, king of hearts?

One dies loved, and one is dead from the very

start

Things like this aren’t hard to resist as my mind persists allowing absolutely

no interest in things that fade as fast as they accumulate

I refuse to bury myself that way