You once lived by the sword   Now the cocktails wash down drinks you can't afford   Shoes are rusting by the door   And you're burned out on this scene   Frozen funds and lucid dreams      So what do you complain at me for?   You're staring out the sides of your front door   You knew that it was more than just the desert you left behind   To settle for a world of fallbacks   And friends who fall apart on contact   Music that you never used to listen to gets you by      Now your days all start the same   You float the Acheron with friends you never made   'Til it all just fades to gray   And you're burned out on this town   Saddled up and settled down      So what do you complain at me for?   The word is on the street, and it's unsure   You know that it was more than just a cynical waste of time   You knew enough to pick your battles   And that is why you left Seattle   And music that you never used to listen to gets you by      When all you wanted was a place to lay your head   Soak back half of what you bled   Chase the demons from the far side of the bed   It's the obvious thing to do