Protest Singer - Kevin Devine

I stopped today to see myself in subway glass

And I was scared of the way I look now

I knew the only thought behind my eyes

Please don’t believe in me

I don’t want to let you down

And I’m convinced it only rains in New York

And I am surrounded by everything that really scares me

A room full of empty people regretting every time that they inhale

And I want to write one perfect song

To make you cry in your sleep

Kind of like a soundtrack for your dreams

To let you’ld know I’m watching and making sure it’s (exact) alright

It’ll be alright

I guess I wanted to make you feel something

I wanted to make you feel everything

And you may call me a protest singer

But I’m only protesting myself

I don’t believe in beautiful people

And I don’t believe in me

I wonder what it’s like to be in between

Can you hear me

Can you hear me

You may call me a protest singer

Can you hear me

But I’m only protesting myself

And you may call me a protest singer

But I’m only protesting myself