Which Is It - Dan Mangan

Don’t praise distraction, don’t let it in

Don’t buy the certainty, it’s the same thing

Don’t wait for meaning, don’t wait to love

Don’t give them nothing when they just want some

Ease up with the screaming, what an awful sound

I will turn this goddamned thing around

Ever get the feeling, when you boil it down?

It’s a bit revealing how

We’re drawn to the madness like an accident scene

Divvy up the sadness like a currency

Drawn to whatever we don’t have any more

Drawn to the demons and the wolf at the door

Is this new?

Is it ancient?

So don’t cut and run, don’t you strike the stage

When your teenaged heroes have all gone gray

Don’t count the roses, don’t wait to love

Don’t give 'em nothing, they just want some

Ease up with the screaming, what an awful sound

I will turn this goddamned thing around

Sick of all the scheming, boy it trickles down

It’s a bit revealing how

We’re drawn to the madness like an accident scene

Divvy up the sadness like a currency

Drawn to whatever we don’t have any more

Drawn to the demons and the wolf at the door

Drawn to whatever’s hanging low on the tree

Drawn to whatever prison tells us we’re free

Drawn to an ending that’ll settle the score

Drawn, but we’ll try to keep the wolf at the door

Is this new?

Is it ancient?

Are we screwed?

Which is it?