Nick Lloyd - Theory of the Crows lyrics

Where crybabies cry in the United States Bright white on both sides like a play Nobody listens, nobody should That'd be a waste of attention Not enough money to buy a PC So I'll come in this weekend, asleep on my feet And if I forget you, I'll have nobody left to forget I guess that's what a**holes get Traded my daylight For a career But I need you to disprove My theory of the crows Pouring my fingers across the keys Will someone review my salary, please I'm selling my time to the man who sells style That time should be mine to waste on you I'll s** off investors, I'll s** off VCs I'm losing my posture from time on my knees They treat me so well cause I'll do anything It's in the nature of service But I'll need you to disprove My theory of the crows Kids of the wealthy are raised by the poor You send daughters to Los Angeles and New York I need mine to see me when I wake up I need mine to know that I'm what they come to That I'm what they come to That I'm what they come to That I'm what they come to When they come home