Spitfire Parade - Swell Maps

You’re sitting in windows, playing your games

Trying to beat what you’ve seen around

Trying to beat everything you’ve dreamed

You haven’t got nothing, just nowhere to go

You play those games 'cause you think they’re real

It’s all a picture from your other view

And he’s a fake that you don’t choose to see

Like having nothing, having nowhere to go

And it doesn’t matter 'cause I escaped

I chose my name, you chose your clothes

I could have given in but not like that

I got something, got somewhere to stay

You chose to join in, I chose attack

I could have given in but not like that

Snow on my shoes always melts right in

You haven’t got nothing, just nowhere to go

You’ll sit it out, but it’s all a fake

They’re just the kind who couldn’t try a thing

They follow on, you follow them

Just having nothing, just giving in

And it doesn’t matter 'cause I escaped

I chose to try, you chose to fake

You could have tried, it’s easy to change

And I got something, I could care

You’ll sit it out, but will you see

That they’re just what you shouldn’t be

They just follow, don’t follow too close

Having nothing isn’t much of a pose

But it doesn’t matter 'cause I escaped

I chose to try, you chose to fake

If you have to give in, you have to change

I got something, I have to care