Supposed To Be - Bad Books, Manchester Orchestra, Kevin Devine

I’m waiting for a word to feel different from the others I’ve heard

I’m tired of my voice but I’m bound to it, these are my choices

It’s endless, this debate

The misapplied philosophy, the shadows in the cave

The two dogs at my feet

And I decide which one will die, who starves and who eats

The more I sit and stare they look the same to me

They offer up a bleeding question in their teeth

And I’m surprised when it’s my voice that speaks

What am I supposed to be?

What am I supposed to be now?

And it’s quiet, and I’m alone

And indifferent to the things I can know

I’ve exhausted my interest

In the contradicting plates in me, the struggling shift

And I’m sorry for the mess

To you for sure, or even more, myself, most, I guess

See the once the bells that rang throughout my hanger head

They caution me awake we thought that you were dead

Go testify your fundamental need

What am I supposed to be?

What am I supposed to be now?

What am I supposed to be?

What am I supposed to be now?

Pirouette the waltz across the tight

We’ll tie a dream that pulls that asked to colonize your mind

The life you want, the life you likely need

What am I supposed to be?

What am I supposed to be now?

What am I supposed to be?

What am I supposed to be now?

Now that I can see what I’m supposed to be now